B O D I N E S:
Camping on the Lycoming.
A COMPLETE PRACTICAL GUIDE TO "CAMPING OUT."
THAD S. UP DE GRAFF, M.D.,
EDITOR OF "the BISTOURY."
J. B. LIPPIIS^COTT
Copyright, 1879, by Thad S. Up de Graff.
S. S. HAMLIN^, Esq.,
MY CONSTANT COMPANION IN THE SCENES HEREIN DESCRIBED,
IN MEMORY OF THE 51 ANY HAPPY DAYS
IN CAMP AND STREAM,
THIS VOLUME IS AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED BY HIS FRIEND,
Elmira, Juno, 1879.
I YIELD to no man in his admiration for the
wild and grand scenery of the almost inaccessible
regions of the Adirondacks, or the roaring, rapid
salmon rivers of the Canadian frontier. I delight
in the long voyages by canoe, and the laborious
" carries" that are encountered in the Maine and
North woods, when making excursions into the
deep and quiet recesses of those grand old for-
ests. I can enjoy " roughing it," with frying-
pan, tin cup, coffee-pot, and blanket strapped in
a pack upon my back, and follow my guide
cheerily through the tangled underbrush, and
slide down the steep declivities into the stream
below, rupturing cuticle upon hands and knees,
and count it fun ; yea, most glorious sport, when
trout are there to Avelcome my trailing flies, and
the sun to lend his golden beams, illuminating
and revealing the many and varied beauties with
which our mountain regions abound. Such ex-
cursions are delightful, beyond my ability to por-
tray, even were I so disposed. But this is not
the field I propose to enter : the charming witch-
ery of such a life has been most fascinatingly told
by Mr. Hallock, in his " Fishing Tourist," and
by Mr. Murray, in his " Adirondack Tales," two
books that are unsurpassed in the literature upon
out-door life and sports.
The mission of this book is widely different,
— intended to teach all who would enjoy a so-
journ in the woods, that it can be accomplished
nearer at home, at points accessible by rail, and
upon mountain streams Avhose cascades, glens,
majestic forests, singing birds, and lovely ferns
and flowers are not surpassed anywhere in the
regions to which these books refer ; and whose
trout are as sprightly and of sufficient size and
number to satisfy the reasonable demands of any
follower of Izaak Walton.
K in these unpretending sketches I can quicken
the desire of any of my readers to experience
many of the pleasures herein narrated, and have
clearly pointed out how it may be accomplished
inexpensively yet comfortably, if not luxuriously,
I shall have achieved a work not wholly valueless,
while to the more pretentious angler I hope to
give some hints that may aid him in future ex-
What follows is a truthful record and the ac-
tual experience of two ardent fishermen, who,
for eight years, during the month of June, have
camped upon the banks of the beautiful and pic-
turesque Lycoming Creek. What we did and
how we lived I now propose to tell you.
Is the theme one likely to enlist your atten-
If yes, read on ; our trip commences.
I. — Bodines .
II. — The Preparation
III. — Paraphernalia
IV. — On the Stream
v.— Shorty .
VI.— The Loyalsock
VII. — Other Streams
VIII.— Fly-Casting .
IX. — Visitors .
X. — A Chat with Charles
XI. — Rainy Days .
X 1 1.— Ralston .
XIII. — Sunday in Camp .
XIV. — Around the Camp-Fire
XV. — Cuisine .
XVI.— Idle Hours .
DESIGNED BY FRED. E. MURRAY.
View of the Camp ....
The Slope AV all— Landing a Trout .
Shorty and Boy .
The Tea-Party .
Hamlin catching a Deer
George announcing Dinner
Dixey in the Thunder-Storm
The Vine Stub
Frogs scrutinizing a Fly
Camp-Stool and Trout
Jim Crow ....
A Chat with Charles .
Charles with String of Suckers
Dutchman Falls, at Ralston
Hounds giving Tongue
Creel and Lunch-box .
Turning a Flapjack .
B O D I N E S.
A Description of our Camping-Grounds.
"'BoDiNEs! BoDiNES !' What a queer name
for a book! Where under the sun did you
run across such a title as that?" methinks I
hear you exclaim upon picking- up this modest
little volume and reading the gilt inscription
that ornaments its face.
Well, I'll tell you; then perhaps you will not
think it so strange, after all.
Just fifteen years ago my piscatorial friend
prevailed upon me to "go a-fishing." At that
time I had never thrown a fly nor caught a
trout, — a circumstance that has been and ever
will be a lasting regret. When, in my leisure
moments, I chance to think how many of my
days were passed without having been familiar
with this delightful recreation, and how I sought
sport and rest at the seaside resorts with com-
panions no wiser than myself, I can but deplore
the fate that did not bring me in contact with
my good friend earlier in life. But the invita-
tion finally came, and I at once acceded to the
proposition, when a-fishing we went, — to Ralston,
in the State of Pennsylvania and on the IsTorth-
ern Central Railway, distant from Elmira just
fifty-one miles, and then, as now, a famous re-
sort for those skilled in the gentle art. fj
At this delightful spot I obtained my first
glimpse of the Lycoming Creek, and captured
my first trout in its crystal waters. As the
circumstance is recalled, I well remember the
delights of that day, — how Hamlin and I fished
through the " Sugar Bottom" side by side, he
stopping momentarily to teach me how to mal^e
a cast, to rescue my leader from an overhanging
tree-top, or to cut a fly from some inaccessible
region of my clothing; how he would raise a
beauty at almost every cast, and land him too,
while I would do just the reverse continually.
I remember how vexed I became at having the
trout jump to my flies, while I was utterly un-
able to hook them, or, if I did, how they would
be tossed into the highest tree-top, or sent spin-
ning half-way up the mountain, through the
vigorous jerk of my inexperienced arm.
" Don't jerk so hard ; you will certainly take
their heads ofi'!" was Hamlin's constant warning
note ; but it required all the day to learn that it
was not the quick and strong strike that hooked
the wary fish.
At noon we returned to Mr. Myer's hotel,
Hamlin with his creel full of trout, and mine —
well, never mind; would rather compare catches
later on in the season. But one thing I remem-
ber both of us to have had in equal degree at
least, and that was a splendid appetite. And
rioiit here let me declare that Mrs. Mver did
satisfy that craving for a trout-dinner perfectly.
It was many years ago : since then I have eaten
trout at various and sundry places ; but yearly
have I found myself returning to Mrs. Myer's
table to enjoy the trout that she knows so well
how to prepare.
Many were the days that my friend and I
passed upon the creek in this neighborhood he-
fore I became proficient as a fisherman ; but
when that time did come I believe I lacked not
enthusiasm for the sport, whatever may have
been my shortcomings in skill at casting the fly.
In the numerous excursions made in following
years with those two famous fly-fishermen, Ham-
lin and Sanders, they never succeeded in entitling
me farther than Astenville, a little deserted min-
ing-village two miles below Ralston. A trip
through the " Sugar Bottom" and the deep pool
back of Astenville always filled my creel, when
I would wade ashore and foot it up the railroad to
lialston, leaving my two friends to fish on down
as far as the " Slope Wall," which mystic spot
seemed to he the one hright Mecca in travelling
toward which their feet would never tire. But
enough was quite a plenty for me, and, notwith-
standing their frequent solicitations, their glow-
ing accounts of the stream, of the scenery, flow-
ers, rocks, and ferns they encountered upon the
route, I could not he inveigled from my favorite
haunts about Ralston. Finally, one day, more to
satisfy my friends than to gratify any curiosity or
anticipation of pleasure upon my part, I skipped
the Sugar Bottom and waded on down the stream
with them to the famous Slope Wall. The creek
was open, wide, and free from overhanging trees
or bushes, — which so much interfere with fly-cast-
ing ; — ^the banks were sloping, grassy and bounti-
fully studded with wild-flowers, while the forests
on either hand were alive wdth merry singing-
birds. Many delightful pools aftbrded us abun-
dance of sport upon our way, and numerous were
the fine fish taken at the mouth of Pleasant
Stream, three miles below, and at " Powell's
Pond," a little farther on. After leaving Pow-
ell's the creek turns abruptly to the left, into a
narrow channel, through which the water tumbles
swiftly down, forming quite a cascade, that soon
becomes lost in a shady, placid pool nearly half
a mile in length. Going ashore, — it being too
deep to wade, — we took the right bank and jogged
on down until we arrived at another rapid, that
carried tlie water directly against a stone wall
that seemed to be about nine feet high and per-
haps eight hundred long, built as a protection to
the railway running along its top. The strong
wall received the water and turned it to the
right, sending it along its entire length, a bub-
bling, swirling, foaming mass. From between
the huge stones of which the wall was built all
manner of ferns, grasses, and mosses grew, with
here and there a more pretentious bush, its green
boughs drooping gracefully into the seething
water below. Across the railway an immense
mountain lifted its hoary head, whose sides were
covered with stubs of massive hemlocks that
were noble trees before the iire passed through,
leaving desolation in its path. Considerable
time had elapsed since the conflagration, so
that where all had been dark and gloomy, Na-
ture now wrought brightness and beauty. Young
underbrush springing up covered the blackened
surface with a green carpet that contrasted finely
with the dead trunks that rose majestically from
among them. To our right could be seen,
through the straggling limbs of some grand
old buttonwoods, a cultivated field, in which a
number of native boys and girls, who seemed to
be merry with their work, w^ere planting corn.
Beyond was a high mountain, covered with
balsams, hemlocks, spruces, pines, beeches and
maples, whose varying foliage was arrayed right
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royally in the morning sunlight. In front of us
the stream went dancing on until deflected
against a high bank, in which the kingfishers
had constructed their habitations, the owners
thereof chattering, from the stubby limbs of a
dead tree, their displeasure at our visitation ;
and here was the Slope Wall, Avith all its delight-
ful surroundings. Over this rapid we cast our
ilies, and a right merry time we had in landing
one another's fish. The deep pool above, the
water in front of the wall itself, and the ripple
by the high bank have afforded us capital sport
from that day to this. A mile below this point
the creek again turned to Jhe right, forming an-
other delightful cascade that dashed against some
huge moss-covered rocks that ages ago lost their
balance and slid from the steep mountain-top
above to the stream below. To the right was a
long deep bayou, into which flowed a branch of
the creek that had taken a short cut and followed
the foot of the mountain, so forming an island
that extended to a point just where the two
streams met. Upon this narrow high point of
ground were growing two splendid pines, and a
little farther up the slope, on still higher ground,
two immense beeches and an elm, the great,
long, crooked limbs of the first two reaching to
the water's edge on cither side, while the elm
threw its gracefully-drooping branches between,
castino: a shadow so dense that we could not
resist the silent invitation to come ashore and
^'What a delightful place to lunch!" Hamlin
" Capital !" Sanders replied ; then, examining
his watch, hanging his creel upon a limb, and
leaning his rod against the trunk of a tree, added,
" It's about noon ; let us have our luncheon
here : this is the coolest spot I've found to-day."
So, we spread our eatables upon the bright
green grass, under the beech, and laid ourselves
out in comfortable but grotesque positions about
Just before us, lool^ing toward the point of the
island and between the trunks of the two pines,
was a long, deep, and quiet pool. The right
bank was formed by an almost perpendicular
mountain, densely covered with hemlock, spruce,
pine, and tulip-trees, under the green branches
of which were seen laurels, rhododendrons, and
ferns in one interminable jungle. Overhanging
the pond were hemlock boughs, the ends tipped
with bright new shoots that contrasted effect-
ively with the darker branches beyond. Upon
the water, not a ripple disturbing its glassy sur-
face, reflections of the trees and mossy rocks, as
well as of the old mill and railroad bridge, which
crossed the stream farther down, produced a
most charming effect. Farther to our left were
other mountains, cleft to allow the passage of a
smaller stream to swell the waters of our quiet
Immediately across tlie creek and to our left,
among a clump of willows, loomed up, high into
the air, an old stub, limbless, weather-beaten, and
densely covered with a clematis-vine that shot
out its curling tendrils in every direction to the
very peak. From the spot where we were re-
clining, it was sharply defined against the clear
blue sky that was opened to view from the cleft
in the mountain, giving us a picture that required
no Claude Lorraine mirror to intensify.
Our dinner despatched, Ave lighted our cigars,
seated ourselves upon the grassy knoll under the
great beech, and took in the lovely surroundings.
Sanders (always in search of a cool spring
from which to slake his thirst) wandered up the
bayou a short distance, when we soon heard him
exclaim, from somew^here among the tangle of
willows which covered the bank : —
" I've found a spring ; come have a drink !"
We rose, followed the direction of his voice,
and soon came to a delightfully cool spring, bub-
blino^ from amons: the roots of an old leanino"
beech that stood by the edge of the water. "We
all stooped down upon our hands and knees, and
partook freely of its inviting waters ; then, stand-
ing erect and gazing about upon the beauty of
the scene, exclaimed, almost in chorus ; —
"Oh, what a place to camp I"
Returning to the grand old beech, we seated
ourselves again until our cigars were linished,
then waded across the creek and through the
willows, to find ourselves in a meadow through
which was meandering a clear and crystal brook :
and there, in the centre of a sloping grassy plat,
with the railway and quaint old cabin that served
for a depot in front, the sombre mountain, that
had lost its bright hues in the evening shadows,
for a background, and at the foot of which lay
the quiet pond ; below, the roaring dam, near
which tottered the old saw-mill, that seemed un-
certain which way to fall, — there, in a little grove
of cherry, apple, and locust trees, stood an old-
fashioned dwelling, that spoke to us plainly, by
its weather-beaten sides and moss-covered roof,
of the days of long ago.
The chimney was of heroic size, built of stone,
half in-doors and half out, while great rents ex-
hibited themselves in its broad top, which ap-
peared above the ancient roof. At the gable-end,
on one side of the chimney, a small window
peeped out, with diminutive lights of glass, half
concealed by a woodbine that clambered over its
face to the roof above. To the front a little
porch projected a few feet beyond the battened
door, and over it climbed a wild rose, that shut
in and adorned its sides. To the right of this
porch was another small window, like its mate
on the end, above each still more contracted ones,
that lighted the second story. Roses, hollyhocks,
and peonies dotted the green lawn here and there,
and among them stood a tall wooden pump with
a long, curled, iron handle, that terminated in a
large, many-angled ball. In the trough that con-
ducted the surplus water into the grass was lying
a venerable and toothless dog, who cast his blear-
eyes toward us and made an effort at barking,
failing in which, dropped his head and lazily
lapped his drink. Entering upon the lawn by
the garden gate, I inquired of my companions,
who now came within speaking distance, —
" Whose house is this ?"
" Bodine's !" was the prompt response, as all
three drew near its entrance.
Upon a short bench nailed between one of the
posts of the porch and the side of the house, we
espied reclining a tall, elderly, smooth-faced
man, with his coat and hat off, quietly smoking
his pipe. As we approached, he rose, with a
merry twinkle in his gray eye, and extended his
great bronzed hand to my companions, bidding
them welcome. After their salutations they
turned to me, when Sanders, with a flourish of
his hand toward the man, simply said, —
"Squire Bodine, doctor;" at which he gave
me his hand also, and the memory of that grasp
causes me to squirm even now.
" Walk in, gentlemen, glad to see you all.
Good day's fishing, I hope ?"
The last remark with a rising inflection, to in-
dicate the interrogative.
We severally assured him of fi.ne success, and
then, while my eye rested upon the mill-pond
and the foam rising from the dam below, I re-
" You catch fine trout there, doubtless ?"
" Yes, sir ; in the evening, or early in the
morning, we have splendid fishing, both above
and below the dam. I have taken many a
two-pounder on a black gnat just in the edge
of the evening," the squire replied ; and then
immediately added, " We had lively times here
with big trout when I first moved to these
'^ How long ago was that ?"
" Just forty years, — long before we had any
railroad; the stage used to run along that moun-
tain road yonder, across the pond" (rising, and
pointing out its direction). " It made regular
trips then between William sport and Elmira,
and people would sometimes stop here to eat
a meal of trout. Why, I could run down below
the dam there, any time, and catch fifty trout
— nice ones, too — in about half an hour's
After much pleasant conversation with the
squire, from which we learned that he was at
once justice of the peace, postmaster, station-
agent, and school-commissioner, supper was an-
nounced, when we entered the cosy old house
and partook of a hearty meal prepared by his
good wife and daughter Kate.
All this fifteen years ago ! Many changes
have occurred in and about " Bodines" since
then. The old house has given place to a new
one. A new station and store-house has been
erected opposite the mansion, in which Harry
Green keeps a neat little store that has become a
great convenience not only to fishermen, but to
the farming and lumbering community round
about. The steam whistle on Robert Innes's
large tannery now echoes from hill to hill and
reminds us that the old valley has taken upon
herself new enterprises. Several comfortable
dwelling-houses are dotting the green sward in
front of the squire's premises, giving the place
quite the air of a little village. The creek has
cut new channels for itself through the meadow.
The hio-h bank — the abode of our kino^fisher
friends — has been washed away, until the creek
is ready to break through into its old channel,
now occupied by the bayou next the mountain.
"• Slack's Run," that comes murmuring down
through the cleft in the mountains, empties itself
into the pond lower down, and has changed its
name to "Bloody Run," by reason of two mur-
ders that have been committed upon its wild
banks, since the peaceful days of yore. The old
Slope Wall is greener and more lovely, while its
swirls and pools still afford the skilful angler
abundance of sport.
The picturesque point where we first stopped
to lunch has become more beautiful, by reason
of the improvements originating there during
every June that finds us promptly upon its cher-
ished banks. The bayou is larger, deeper, and
filled with monstrous suckers, that go solemnly
nosing about upon its pebbly bottom. The pond,
with its rocks and overhanging trees, is grander.
The stream, with its rapids near at hand, wider
and more musical. The willows across the way,
taller, shutting in our delightful little retreat
from the observation of passers-by. The old stub
with its beautiful vine, alas ! has fallen, but the
vine itself has been trained to another tree, while
graceful ferns are growing from the miouldering
ruins of the fallen monarch. The stately beech
has a mound about its trunk, covered with
maiden-hair ferns, violets, and exquisite mosses.
A pathway leads down from between it and a fine
elm, to its left, either side of which is flanked
with a row of immense ferns and Solomon-seals.
Docks are built* upon the bayou side, in the shade
of the mountain where we land the boats in our
excursions to and from the farm-house. The two
pines on the extreme end of the point are more
stately, and lean gracefully to either side, giving
a better view of the pond. Indeed, our island
has become a little paradise, in which I have
written what follows; while wife and friends
have spent many happy days in its cool shade
and peaceful quietness. My children have played
and romped among its wild-flowers, and hathed
in its refreshing waters, renewed health and
vigor keeping pace with their happy play. Pis-
catorial friends, who figure so largely in these
pages, have kept me company here, and joined,
most heartily, in making our camp-life a time of
perfect enjoyment and rest. In this immediate
neighborhood have transpired most of the scenes
which are herein portrayed. Under the branches
of its lovely trees, surrounded with flowers, birds,
and the melody of its rippling waters, have I
spent many enchanting hours. What better name,
therefore, can I give my sketches, dear reader,
than the one nearest my heart, charming, lovely,
" BODINES" ?
How to make your Tents and other Camp-Fixtures — Supplies.
Our camp-ground could not be more conveni-
ently located. We are high enough to escape
any inundation from a sudden rise in the stream;
a spring near at hand, and a large body of drift-
wood lodged within easy reach. Good water and
plenty of firewood are two essentials for com-
fortable camp-life. The farm-house chimney is
visible from our abode, whither we can paddle
our canoe and secure fresh milk, eggs, butter,
bread, or almost any article of food required.
Such a location is indispensable, if you mean
to take wife and children with you. But if gen-
tlemen alone go, then it is not so important ; for
one can live in the woods upon bacon, coffee, and
biscuit, provided the fishing is good enough to
warrant such a deprivation. But, as for me, I
must confess to a liking for good, nutritious food,
a comfortable bed, and pleasant surroundings,
even if I do not capture quite so many fish. My
friend Bev. Thomas K. Beecher, who has spent
some time with me in camp, and who is a skilful
flj-caster and a line shot witli the rifle, says I do
not " rough it" enough, that my bill of fare is
too good, my equipments too numerous, and my
grounds too near civilization, to make the change
from home-life sufficiently marked.
Therein we differ. I cannot eat bacon, — I don't
like it. I can't lie on the damp ground, — it gives
me rheumatism. I don't want to go into the
wilderness, where a letter or a telegram cannot
reach me in a month, — I have a wife and children,
and must know that they are well. I must not
go far from home, to be gone two or three months,
— my business engagements will not permit it,
neither can I afford the expense. I must have
good food, a comfortable bed, and dry quarters,
because I am a dyspeptic !
Kow, there exist thousands of men, precisely
in my predicament, who will be glad to know how
I overcome all the objections enumerated. For
such, uiore particularly, are these pages written.
So much, then, by way of introduction to Avhat
The first thing, naturally, to be sought for is a
good tent. I have tried a variety of kinds and
sizes, and give my preference to a large and roomy
one to sleep in. An ordinary wall-tent, eight by
nine feet, is too contracted in which to live for a
month. Of course, it can be done, but a larger
one is much more preferable and not very expen-
sive. I use a tent twelve by eighteen feet, five
feet high at the eaves, and nine feet to the ridge-
pole. Such a one gives room upon one side for
two large beds (holding four persons), and a
writing and reading table on the other side, with
plenty of space for sitting and lounging purposes.
Do not buy your tents : the manufacturers ask far
too much for them ; make them yourself. I will
tell you how. Mark out a diagram on your barn
floor like this,
DIAGRAM OP TENT.
and I will show you how to construct a tent,
twelve by eighteen feet, that shall be water-tight
and cost you less than thirteen dollars.
From the diagram, it will be seen that you will
require six strips of yard wide " duck," twice
seven feet and six inches long (or fifteen feet),
making in all thirty yards. These must be sewed
in a double seam, overlapping each breadth one
inch. Make a hem one inch wide upon the two
ends that form the eaves. TJirou2:h this run a
rope the size of an ordinary bed-cord ; at every
breadth work an eyelet to receive the cords that
hold the tent to the pegs. The cord running
through the hem prevents the material from tear-
ing. The price of the duck should not be more
than sixteen cents per yard, making the roof to
the tent cost four dollars and eighty cents. You
will now require for the two ends twenty-one
and one-third yards of hea\^ unbleached mus-
lin, worth eight cents a yard, costing one dollar
and seventy-one cents. Cut this into four strips
seven feet long, and four more nine feet in length.
Lay the two long ones in the centre, and the two
short ones on each side of them, over your dia-
gram on the floor, and cut off the corners so as
to have them fit into the gable of the roof. Sew
them together, except in the centre, where they
may be joined for about four feet from the peak,
and there " stayed" well with an extra piece of
cloth, to prevent ripping or tearing. This open-
ing in the centre pieces forms the entrance to the
tent, and may be made still more secure by sew-
ing an extra piece of muslin, five feet long, over
this slit, fastening it only at the top. (This is
optional.) This done, one end of your tent is now
formed. Serve the remaining four pieces in like
manner for the opposite end, then sew them to
You will next need twelve strips of the same
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material, five feet long, for the sides. Sew six
of them together for each side, overlapping the
seams one inch, as in the top, and when done,
hem it one inch wide at the bottom. Pass a rope
throngh this hem, and work eyelets at every seam.
Sew the sides thus formed to the top, so as to
allow it to project three inches, as seen at A in
This requires twenty yards of goods, costing
one dollar and sixty cents, i^ow sew your cor-
ners together, and work large button-holes upon
one of the centre end pieces, from the ground to
the eaves ; on the opposite one sew large wooden
buttons, so that the ends can be buttoned together
in case of a storm. I^ext, you will need a fly.
For this you will require six pieces of muslin
eighteen feet long, which, when sewed together
and hemmed in the same manner as the top, with
rope and eyelets in same localities, will form a
shelter over the entire tent, projecting fifteen
inches beyond, to carry the water free from the
sides. This fly should not touch the tent's roof
by a foot, except where it rests upon the ridge-
pole; it catches the first shock of the rain, and
prevents its falling through the real roof in a fine
spray. It also keeps your tent cooler when the
sun falls upon it. For this, thirty-six yards of
muslin are necessary, costing two dollars and
You now have
30 yards of duck @ 16c. . . . |4.80
77^ yards of muslin @, 8c. . . . 6.19
Necessary rope, say .... 2.00
your tent complete thus costing you less than
thirteen dollars, not estimating your labor at any-
thing. Indeed, so much pleasure will be found
in constructing your own tent that thirteen dol-
lars should be credited to it for the fun you have
had. In that case, it has cost nothing, but, upon
the contrary, you are at least one cent ahead on
the transaction. I must further add that all
these seams can be sewed upon a sewing-machine,
with Clark's No. 40 spool cotton. The seams
being double, are sufficiently strong to resist any
strain to which they may be subjected.
When searching for a tent of this capacity, we
were asked eighty dollars for it by a manufac-
turer, and of no better material t^an the one we
made ourselves. Seven cords, ten feet long, will
be required, with one end tied in the eyelet made
at every seam along the eaves. Marline or tarred
rope, about a foot long, must be tied in the eye-
lets at the bottom of the tent, to hold it to pegs
which will be driven in the ground to hold the
sides perpendicular. Your fly will also need four
ropes on each side, about fifteen feet long.
Now, make a strong brine, using all the salt
the water will dissolve, and plunge your tent and
THE PREPARATION. 33
fl}^ into the pickle, where it may remain two or
three days. At the end of that time remove it,
and spread it on a line to dry. Then go over it
with a very thin whitewash, made from fresh
lime, putting the solution on wdth a whitewash-
brush. When dry, your tent is ready for use, —
will never mildew or rot, and will he ready for
service during your natural life. When you take
it to the woods, a ridge-pole eighteen feet long
can he cut, together with two upright poles nine
feet high, with a fork upon the small ends to re-
ceive and hold it in place. The pins and stakes
are to be had in the woods in like manner, so
saving trouble of transportation. Three per-
sons can pitch such a tent in twenty minutes, or
less. • Place the ridge-pole under the centre of
the roof so that each end of it rests in the peak
in a crotch of a pole. Then one person at each
end can do the raising, holding the pole in
place, while the third drives the pins and fastens
the ropes. But it seems superfluous to teach any
one how to pitch a tent. I will guarantee you
will be able to do it in some shape, so go ahead
If you need a tent for your servant, sew three
pieces of ducking together, fifteen feet long.
Ilem and work eyelets across the ends. Mark
out your diagram on the floor as for the large
tent, only making this one in shape of the letter
A. Estimating your ridge-pole to be six and a
half feet high, and the sides of your tent reach-
ing the ground, you will require two strips for
each end six and a half feet long, with corners cut
to fit the gables. These, when sewed in the ends,
and left open in the middle, at one end of the
tent, will give you an A tent six by nine feet on
the ground, and costing less than three dollars
and fifty cents.
As it is certain to rain more in the woods than
when you are at home, you would better prepare
another " fly," made of striped awning-cloth, of
about the size of the fly to your tent, and made
in the same manner. This will serve you as a
dining-room, when stretched over a ridge-pole,
supported by two forked poles planted in the
ground to hold them firmly. These poles should
be ten feet high, and the eaves of your roof
should be at least five feet from the ground.
Your table (made of drift-wood, always to be
found on a stream, or of branches of trees of
about an inch in diameter, laid close together,
and nailed upon suitable cleats, supported by four
legs driven into the ground) should be placed in
the centre of this canopy. If you do not take
camp-stools, make them, by boring four holes in
pieces of slabs, or blocks of wood that are always
at hand on all habitable streams of this day, and
drive legs into them. For this and other camp
purposes you will need a saw, one and a half
inch auger, hatchet, a four-pound axe, and a
THE PREPARATION. 35
quantity of nails. "With these implements you
can construct a home and furnish it comfortably,
and even elegantly, in two or three days, and
enjoy every moment of the time you are so em-
^N'ow, who's going ? If you take your wife and
children, — which w(? recommend, as they can be
perfectly comfortable in such a tent, and will
grow strong and happy in the open air, — Ave ad-
vise you to locate on the bank of some stream,
in a shady wood, near a farm-house that can
supply you with bread, butter, milk, and eggs.
If a party of four gentlemen are going to spend
four weeks in trout or other iishing, select a dry
spot under some large trees, near the best fishing-
pools, and take with you the following necessary
2 long-handled frying-pans.
A long-handled 8-quart boiler (in which to
boil your potatoes and to heat your dish-water).
A small tea-kettle.
A wire broiler.
6 common knives and forks.
1 butcher knife.
1 long-handled iron spoon.
1 long-handled iron fork.
1 dozen tin teaspoons.
J dozen tin table spoons.
12 tin plates.
12 tin cups.
1 2-quart pail (for milk).
1 4-quart pail (for water).
2 bars soap.
Combs and tooth-brushes.
These are all that are absolutely needed, but
other useful articles can be added. My own kit
consists, in addition to what I have here given,
A Dutch oven.
3 covered, tin, 2-quart pans (for serving stewed
tomatoes, potatoes, etc.).
1 dozen small " puif-pans" (used as sauce-
The extra number of plates are necessary to
place your potatoes, fish, bread, and other articles
upon at table, while the cups are used for sugar,
salt, syrup, etc., as well as for drinking your
coffee and tea.
Place your tin cups in your coffee-pot and
tea-pot, and these inside your dish-pan ; putting
knives, forks, and spoons in the unoccupied
spaces about them. Your tea-kettle should go
THE PREPARATION. 37
inside your four-quart pail, and your dozen plates
on top. Your own ingenuity will teacli you how
to pack tlieni all snugly. Make a strong box of
inch pine boards, four feet long, two feet wide,
and two feet deep. Bind the ends, all the way
around, with iron, and strengthen the top in same
manner. Attach the lid to the box by means of
long strap-hinges, and two strong hasps in front
to hold it down. Eight inches from the top, at
each end, bore two one-inch holes, through which
put a piece of inch rope, wrapping the ends to-
gether on the inside, so as to form handles by
which to lift it. In the bottom of this l)ox, pack
the following provisions, which will keep four
hungry persons four weeks, as well as any visi-
tors that are likely to call upon you to enjoy your
12 lbs. wheat flour.
20 lbs. corn-meal.
4 quarts beans.
2 bushels potatoes.
1 peck Bermuda onions.,
5 lbs. rice.
10 lbs. dried fruit (peaches are best).
10 lbs. ground cofiee.
5 lbs. black tea.
25 lbs. granulated sugar.
10 lbs. salt pork (in which to fry fish).
10 lbs. dried beef.
16 lbs. butter (in crock).
J lb. black pepper.
1 lb. red pepper.
2 lbs. candles.
5 lbs. soda crackers.
2 quarts pickles.
1 sack salt.
1 package matches (tightly corked in bottle).
1 box baking powder.
1 box saleratus.
To this add a quantity of bread and bis-
cuit, and rely upon some farm-house for a fresh
Your sugar should be placed in a Avooden
sugar-bucket with cover, to be found at all gro-
ceries. Your coffee and tea may go into tin cans,
as well as your flour and corn-meal. The tin
cans used for fancy crackers, to be had of your
grocer, will be very convenient for packing such
articles, and will fit nicely in your camp-chest.
After your provisions'are in the box, throw your
potatoes and onions in among them, to fill up the
vacant spaces, then pack your cooking utensils,
with axe, saw, hatchet, auger, and nails, on top,
together with two bars of iron half an inch thick,
an inch and a half wide, and as long as th^ box.
Your box will contain them all and your large
You can add to this list canned fruits, toma-
toes, corn, etc., with some jellies and jam, that
taste very well in the woods. We have only
THE PREPARATION. 39
given a list of what seems to be necessary. If
you smoke, do not forget your pipes and Yanity
Fair tobacco. Do not take cigars. They soon
become damp and do not burn well.
Erect upon one side of your tent two bedsteads,
constructed in the following manner : Drive six
green stakes into the ground, forming two rec-
tangles, end to end, four by six feet. Cut tAvo
straight saplings twelve feet long, and nail them
to the three stakes on a side, about eighteen
inches from the ground. Across these nail
" slats," formed of round poles, of as near the
same size as possible, and across the ends other
poles, to serve as "head-boards." This gives
you two bedsteads, foot to foot, upon which you
can place two ticks of suitable size, tilled with
straw from the nearest farm-house. If you are
away from civilization, where straw or hay can-
not be obtained, gather a quantity of hemlock
or spruce boughs, pile them up a foot or more
deep, over which spread a blanket or comfort-
able; or, better still, cut off the larger stems and
fill the tick with the small, delicate boughs, and
you will have a bed fit for a king to rest upon.
In a large trunk or box you can pack six com-
fortables, four sheets, and four pillows, — all the
bedclothing required, even should the weather be
cold. A comfortable placed over a straw" or
hemlock -bough tick makes a luxurious bed.
Once in two or three days at least the beds and
bedding should be spread in the sun, else are
they apt to grow musty.
!N"ear your dining-room, pile up a lot of stones
about a foot high and four feet long. Build a
wing on each end two feet long, cover the stones
with sod and earth (here comes in the shovel),
so that when it is finished vou will have a fire-
place shaped like this | |.
]N'ow place your four-feet bars of iron across
the top of this, upon which to set your frying-
pans, your coffee- and tea-pots, and your boiler,
making one of the most convenient arrange-
ments for out-door cooking that can be devised.
Under these bars of iron, protected by the banks
of stone and sods to the rear and on either side,
hot, glowing coals are always kept, over which
fish, flapjacks, potatoes, cofiee, and other food
can be conveniently cooked ; beside, the bars are
great economizers of wood, enabling you to cook
without burning your face or scorching your
utensils and food.
If your neighboring farm-house has ice, sink a
flour-barrel in the ground to its top, — boring a
few holes in the bottom for drainage, — and place
a large chunk of ice in the bottom, covering the
top with a board or blanket. It will keep a ^Veek
in this manner. If a barrel is not to be had, dig
a hole two or three feet deep and stone it up,
where you can keep your milk, butter, and fish
cool and fresh, even without ice.
THE PREPARATION. 41
ITear the fireplace should be constructed a sort
of kitchen-table, with rack for hanging pans,
pots, and other cooking utensils. This can be
quickly done by driving four stakes into the
ground, nailing cleats across them, and covering
the tops with saplings of equal size. On one
edge drive nails, to be used as hooks upon which
to hang the frying-pans, etc. This will be very
convenient in all your cooking and dishwashing
work. Take a piece of ticking about four feet
square and cover its surface with pockets. Hang
this upon the side of your tent. You will find
it an excellent place in which to deposit articles
of various kinds, — pipes, tobacco, letters, maga-
zines, needles, thread, twine, buttons.
Suspend a pole lengthwise of your tent by
means of twine tied around the ridge-pole. Let
it hang down a foot or two below the top of the
tent. Over this hang your extra clothing or
other articles that need to be put out of the way.
Under one corner of the dining-room canopy
place your camp-chest, and in the bottom ar-
range cans of fiour, coffee, tea, sugar, etc. Roll
the bread up in an old table-cloth that should be
taken along for the purpose, and lay it also in
the chest. Construct a shelf near the top of the
chest, upon which place other articles needed for
the table. By this arrangement they are kept
dry. You can never tell when it will rain in the
woods, and it is better always to be ready for it.
Under your table, which stands in the centre
of the canopy, make a shelf, upon which place
plates, knives, forks, spoons, pepper, salt, table-
cloth, and napkins. Below this, on the ground,
make a bin for potatoes and onions. Everything
now but pans and kettles (and the wet will not
injure them) is housed and out of the way.
Ao'ainst a tree — one as straio'ht as vou can
find — make a rack in which to stand your rods,
so that they may not be blown down and broken.
This saves the necessity, also, of taking them
apart after each day's fishing.
Many other little conveniences will suggest
themselves and keep you employed when feeling
so inclined. Benches can be made about the
fireplace, upon which to rest when enjoying the
camp-fire at night. Ornamental brackets, manu-
factured out of laurel-roots, Avill serve as adorn-
ments for the tent-poles. Wild-flower gardens
can be arranged to beautify the " door-yard."
In short, there is no end to the things you can
do for the amusement of yourself and friends.
You are now ready for housekeeping, when,
I'm sure, you will be able to entertain and amuse
yourselves in various ways aside from the de-
lights of fly-fishing.
Fortunately, our fancies and inclinations are
not the same, else would this be a stupid world
in which to live. While Hamlin, Thad Jr., and
I did the fishing for camp, Robert, the book-
dealer, and Charles, the ex-banker from Brook-
lyn, Avorked like Turks in and about the camp,
constructing comfortable rustic settees, chairs,
and other articles of furniture. But Avhat we
all did, and how, and when, and where, must be
learned from what follows.
Kods, Boats, Dress, Fly, Books, and a Baby.
" It is really funny to read the advice of sun-
dry scribblers upon the selection of fishing appa-
ratus and camp equipments, when it is clearly
evident that it emanates from persons Avho have
had little or no experience in camp-life, or with
the articles they recommend," Charles remarked,
upon throwing down a book in which he had
been endeavoring to interest himself for an hour
" Why, confound them !" he further added,
" they are a lot of stupid ninnies who try ito guess
what is needed for camp-life, and then, forthwith,
parade their supposed information in print, while
they exhibit their wares for sale, without having
the most remote knowledge of what they're writ-
ing about, or the practicability of the abominable
contrivances they seek to place upon the market."
Delivering himself of this righteous opinion, he
turned out of his hammock, took a large sponge
from its peg upon a tree, and proceeded to souse
his face, neck, and head with the cool water of
" Palmer is right," interposed Hamlin ; " and
one of the articles that should be interdicted in
camp is a split bamboo rod. I wouldn't give a
cent for one for our use. They will do very well
for a day or two of fishing in fair weather ; but
just stand them up against a tree, where they
take the rain, dew, and dampness, for a month,
and they will be found soon to lose their elasticity
and springing qualities."
" Well, they don't stand dampness very well,
that's a fact, Hamlin," I respond. " Just look at
mine, for instance." And I held my best bam-
boo for inspection.
" Yes, crooked as a ram's horn, and quite as
useless. I tell you, they are good for nothing
for a long trip in the woods. They are not reli-
able.* A pretty fix j'ou would be in, if off in the
wilderness, somewhere, with a rod that would
curl up like a watch-spring every time it was
rained upon !"
"Well, how do you like that 'whip-rod' of
" What, the one woven all over, from tip to
butt, like a whip ?"
* Since this was written, I have had an opportunity of test-
ing a split bamboo that has withstood the camp test. It has
been resting against a tree for four weeks, — in all sorts of
weather, and retains its elasticity perfectly. It is the octagon
fly-rod made by W. L. Hoskins, of Owego, N. Y.
" Not a whit better than your bamboo. There's
no use talking ; these fancy rods, gotten up to be
strikingly new and novel, will not stand actual
service. Now, your whip-rod, as you call it, was
elegant when you first brought it down here, but
the dampness has swollen it, stretching its woven
jacket, until now that it is dry it fits like a shirt
on a bean-pole ; rendering it good for nothing,
like all the rest of them."
" I think any rod loses its elasticity if not
properly protected with varnish," I suggested.
" True enough; but how much varnish does it
require, pray, for ' proper protection' ? To my
certain knowledge you placed three good coats
of copal varnish upon every one of your rods
before we left home, and it does seem to me that
would be enough to render any sort of rod im-
pervious to water — except a split bamboo."
" I'm afraid you are prejudiced against bamboo
rods, Hamlin. You must admit they are very
strong and light ?"
" When dry, you should have added; but you
can't always rely upon clear weather when lying
out in the woods ; therefore, I say, they are un-
'' Halloo ! There comes Chandler, the Phila-
delphian. That is his signal ; he'll be here in a
few moments. I guess he's at the big pool around
the turn, and notifies us of his approach. We'll
just take his opinion on the rod question ; for
the sorts and kinds that have not passed through
his hands are not worth considering."
"Here he comes now. Halloo, Chandler!
How are you, old boy V
"Nimble as a cat-bird; how are all the
" Well, and glad to see you. Come ashore, and
join in in this discussion on the rod question."
"What is the point of difference?"
" Why, Hamlin here, who is always suspicious
of anything new in guns or rods, you know, is
inclined to place a poor valuation upon the split
bamboo rod ; thinks it won't stand moisture, and
is therefore untrustworthy as a rod for daily and
"Well stated, doctor. I'll stick to that declara-
tion until I find better bamboos than you have
yet wielded !"
" Hamlin, your proposition is not without force.
I must confess that I never feel perfectly safe to
be out with a split bamboo and not within reach-
ing distance of my bundle of iron woods. But
then, I know good fishermen who could not be
persuaded to use any other sort. I^ow, here's a
bamboo that I have fished with all the morning,
from Ralston to this camp, and I must say that
a lighter and more elastic rod I never had in
hand. But I rarely get it wet, and whe.n I do,
am careful to wipe it dry before laying it away.
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Then I give it two good coats of the best copal
varnish as soon as the fishing season is over, and
another one in tlie spring, before I use it. These
rods need to be protected from moisture. If
water gets into the glued seams they are ruined."
" ^N^ot only that," interjects Hamlin, "but if
you should break a tip, you can't sit down and
mend it on the stream, as you do your lance-
To this Chandler only partly assented, and
gave his opinion :
" The best rod, I think, I ever owned is one
made by myself, of ironwood, cut right here
upon this stream. It has a curled maple handle,
twelve inches long and an inch and a quarter in
diameter, at the grasp. This grasp is five inches
long, and behind it, at the end of the handle,
slopes down to seven-eighths of an inch, to receive
rings of that size that hold the reel. The pecu-
liarity of this rod is, that it has a short first joint
and a very long middle one : tbis arrangement
brings the elasticity where it belongs, on the
middle joint. The first joint, from the handle to
the end of the ferrule, is twenty-one inches : it is
made of ironwood ; and, where it joins the handle,
is half an inch in diameter, tapering to twelve
thirty-seconds of an inch at the opposite end.
The second joint is forty-six inches long, tapering
from twelve to eight thirty-seconds of an inch,
and is also of ironwood. The tip is of split bam-
boo, forty-seven inches long, tapering from eight
to two thirty-seconds of an inch. This makes a
rod of about ten and a half feet in length, weighs
eight ounces (the maple butt being the heaviest
part), is delightfully elastic, of an even spring
from butt to tip, will cast a fly as far as you desire
it to go, and is capable of landing a four-pound
trout — when you hook him."
" That's what might be termed getting a rod
' down to dots,' " observed Charles, who all this
while had been an attentive listener, and who at
once inquired, —
" What are the dimensions of that rod you
made, doctor ? I like the hang of that pretty
" I use a very limber rod, you know^, Charles;
one that is called ' logy.' I think you can cast
a fly with much more ease with a ' slow' or very
limber rod than you can with a ' quick' one. My
favorite rod, therefore, is made much like Chand-
ler's: with the same heavy grasp, short first joint
twenty-four inches long, half inch in diameter at
handle, and tapering to ten thirty-seconds. The
second joint is forty-three inches long, tapering
from ten to six thirty-seconds of an inch. Both
these joints are of ironwood, while the tip is of
lancewood, and is forty inches long, tapering
from six thirty-seconds of an inch to a point.
This is a much more limber rod than Chandler's,
and would not suit many fly-casters; but, as
before remarked, it is adapted to me and my
style of casting, exactly. I find that almost all
fishermen have their own ideas as to how a rod
should hang, and how stifi:' or limber it should be.
1^0 rule, therefore, can be given by which a rod
can be constructed to suit all hands. I think,
however. Chandler's and this rod of mine are
fair representatives of the two classes of rods
that might be styled ' quick' and ' slow.' "
" Do these measurements include the ferrules ?
and where do you amateur rod-makers procure
them ?" he again inquired.
" Yes, the measurements include the ferrules,
which can be obtained, in sets, of all dealers in
fishing apparatus. The handles are turned out
of curled maple at any wood-turning establish-
ment, while the ironwood joints are worked out
Avith a plane until the dimensions are nearly
right; then a rasp and sand-paper are employed
to comjDlete the work. The ferrules are fitted
tightly and put on with any good cement. The
rings or guides for the line are best when sta-
tionary ; that is, the stays and rings should be in
one piece, so that the ring always stands out
from the rod, giving a freer delivery to the line.
They are easily made, with round-nosed pliers,
out of German-silver wire."
^'That's a good arrangement, too," observed,
Hamlin ; " the line never sticks, necessitating a
strong jerk to free it, as occurs in the loose ring."
^' Greeiiheart makes a very good rod. I notice
manufjieturers are using it now quite extensively.
They claim that it is more elastic than ironwood,
hickory, ash, or any of the woods usually em-
ployed, save perhaps lancewood. The trouble
with lancewood is, it is so very brittle that it will
not always stand a sudden or severe strike."
" I am not so sure of that. Chandler. I prefer
a lancewood tip to any other, and I very rarely
break one. When I do, it usually occurs from
carelessness. It is more apt to be broken by
thrusting its point against the trunk of a tree as
you are winding your way through the woods,
but I cannot recall an instance where one was
broken while landing a trout."
" You have been more fortunate than I, then.
I now use split bamboo tips to all my rods."
" Chandler and I made ourselves each two rods
of ironwood this season, Hamlin, without any
ferrules, and I like tliem very much. You get
the full spring of the rod by splicing the joints,
instead of putting ferrules over them ; and then
they are much lighter, and never stick when you
want to take them apart. Wait a moment ; I'll
run up to the tent and bring you one. ^tTow,
there is a little rod, ten feet and six inches long,
without a ferrule upon it, and weighs only four
ounces! The handle and first joint are in one
piece, of ironwood, just five feet and six inches
long, while the tip is of lancewood, five feet long.
It is not an inconvenient length to carry, you
see, and I wonder that rod-makers do not supply
them. Where the tip fits to the second joint the
ends are bevelled accurately, and wound with
thread. It is done almost as quickly as you can
put a ferruled rod together, and is always in
order. I have still another that goes together
Avith one ferrule, where this one is spliced. It
works very nicely, hut has not the elasticity of
the spliced one."
" I should think it inconvenient to hold the two
pieces in place while you are wrapping them."
" Not at all, for, see, I have wrapped a small
piece of brass at the butt end of each splice, so
that the sharp points of each end slip under this
fastening, holding it quite securely, without any
wrapping. It is a short job to secure it now,
with a waxed thread, and how beautifully it
bends ! Try it."
" That is a little daisy, and springs splendidly.
I should like to fish with it some day."
" All right, Ilamlin ; take it along ; you will
enjoy it, I'm sure."
At this point Charles approached the group
from the direction of the tent, holding a copy of
Forest and Stream in his hand, and glancing over
the advertisements, delivered himself as follows :
"I don't know much about your rods, but here
is a matter that I am interested in, and that is,
boats. I have examined all manner of folding
and other portable boats, and I do think they are
in the main an abomination. Now, look at that
canvas folding-boat of the doctor's there ! What
a looking thing it is ! Awkward, bulky, leaky,
and weighs over eighty-iive pounds. The frame-
work is heavy, weak, and exceedingly trouble-
some to adjust, while as to real portability, it has
no advanta«'e over a full-leno;th canoe. What
will you take for it, doctor ?"
"Will sell it cheap, Charles; take it at your
own price. But I warn you beforehand that
it is the most useless thing in the shape of a
boat I ever encountered. I have owned another
sort beside that one, have examined others, and
must give it as my unprejudiced opinion that
all folding and portable boats are complete and
utter failures, certain to disappoint the expecta-
tions of the purchaser. After devoting consid-
erable time and money to the selection of a
portable boat, I know of nothing that will an-
swer all the requirements better than a light
cedar canoe of about thirteen feet in length.
Such a boat can be carried in the bao'o-aiJ^e-car of
a train, or any reasonable distance in the woods
by two persons, and will carry them in return
when the water affords a passage. A canoe of
this kind is to be had for about twenty-five dol-
lars of the various makers, whose advertisements
can be found in the sportsmen's papers.
" I have made quite a convenient boat, to carry
in a wagon, for fishing npon mountain-ponds,
where there are no boats, or to carry down the
river several miles when fishing for bass. m\
" It is made of galvanized sheet-iron, in two
pieces, one piece fitting inside the other, occu-
pying a space when so packed of twenty inches
by six and one-half feet, and weighing about
forty-five pounds. You can construct one your-
self in less than half a day, at a cost of not
more than seven dollars. Procure two pieces of
light, galvanized sheet-iron, six and a half feet
long and three feet w^ide. Cut a V-shaped piece
out of one end of each of them, so that the apex
of the triangular piece will be eighteen inches
from the square end. Give me a sheet of paper
and pencil ; I Avill mark out a diagram for you.
" There. Cut in from A and D to B just eigh-
teen inches ; serve the other piece in the same
manner. Then place their ends together, as at
C, and you will know how long the boat will be
when finished. Take your pieces so cut to a
tinner, and have him turn over the edges (A to
E and D to F), so as to receive a N'o. galvan-
ized iron wire (keeping the two pieces separate).
This stiffens the edges and makes the boat firm,
so that no ribs are required. ITow fold A on to
D, and punch holes through the lapped edges, and
rivet them securely together with iron rivets
(don't use copper ones : the galvanic action will
rust the iron), first having smeared the edges
with thick red lead. Bring the two corners at
C within twenty inches of each other, and rivet
an end of the same iron into it, shaping it to a
half-round, and turning up a flange of an inch all
around, through which to drive the rivets. Smear
this with lead as before. One-half your boat is
now completed. Treat the remaining piece in
the same manner, only cutting oif an inch from
the square end, so that one part will be an inch
shorter than its mate, enabling it to set in it
" spoon fashion." When completed, place both
square ends together, and make a pine seat, with
two prongs screwed to its under surface, so as
to slide over both ends of the two parts, holding
them securely together. Your boat is now fin-
ished, and will look like this ;
It will be thirteen feet long, will carry two or
three persons readily, and will float like a duck.
The points are sharp, and the centre flares to
twenty inches, giving it great buoyancy."
" What becomes of it if leaky or in any man-
ner it is filled with water ?"
"It will go to the bottom, of course; but there
is no necessity for filling it with water. It will
not tip over easily, and is as safe as any canoe, if
properly handled. I do not recommend it as a
plaything for children, but it can be made per-
fectly safe for them even, by putting air-tight
bulkheads in each end, which would serve also
for seats, at the same time rendering it impossi-
ble to sink the craft."
" How do you propel it ?"
" With paddle, as you do other canoes. Oar-
locks can be riveted on the sides and oars used if
" Where are the materials to be had, and what
do they cost ?"
" Of any hardware dealer. The iron, thirty-
six inches wide, should not cost more than twelve
cents a pound, and weighs about one pound to
the square foot. Galvanized iron rivets cost
about thirty cents a pound, and the large wire
about three and one-quarter cents a pound. If
the wire cannot be obtained, galvanized, have it
tinned. This can be done in a few minutes at
any tin-shop, and prevents rusting. The boat
should be painted some shade of green inside
and out, which will render it less conspicuous
upon the water.
" A light frame- work of wood^a sort of trellis
— can be placed in the bottom of the boat, to step
upon and protect the iron from injury."
" While we are on this subject of equipments,
do tell me how you came to devise that uniform
of yours, and what are its advantages ?"
" What, my fishing suit, Charles ?"
" Yes. You look like an overgrown school-
boy just let out for recess, in that roundabout."
"It is a very comfortable rig, nevertheless,
Charles. This jacket I had constructed out of
one of my cast-ofi:' Scotch tweed coats. I had
the tails cut ofi:', and fashioned like a regular
school-boy's roundabout, as you say. These
pockets (three rows on each side) are convenient
for carrying various fishing appliances. This
little pocket, even with my shoulder, on the left
side, is where I carry my watch, so that it need
not get wet in deep wadings. I learned that
lesson several years ago in wading through the
deep hole back of Astenville. It was in the even-
ing; I saw large trout rising in the deep water
next the mountain. To get at them it was neces-
sary to wade to my armpits. I was so interested
in casting for, and occasionally capturing one of
them, that my watch was entirely forgotten and
completely swamped. It cost me seven dollars
for repairs ; and this pocket, high and dry on my
shoulder, is the result of that experience. This
large pocket, in the skirt, over the hip, is where
I carry my gossamer waterproof cape, which I
use in a rain-storm, to keep my shoulders dry.
The one on the inside of the left breast contains
my fly-book, and the one on the opposite breast,
my tea and sugar pouches. The trousers are
made to button tight about my ankles, so oflering
less resistance to the water when wading. But I
pride myself most upon my shoes. Just look at
" Yes, I see ; much like a gunboat, and as
heavy in proportion. What under the sun have
you so many hobnails in them for ?"
"For two reasons : to prevent slipping upon the
slimy stones, and to give them weight, so as to
aiford a firm footing in swift water."
" But I should think they would tire you in
carrying them about."
" Not at all. Their weight is not felt in the
water, and I even prefer them as a walking shoe
on land. In having your wading shoes made, be
sure to get them large enough, with great, broad
soles, and very low and broad heels. If your
heels are high, 3^our shoe when wet will surely
run over. Kever employ shoestrings. Have a
wide lap coming over the front of your shoe, to
fasten on the outer side with three buckles. Have
the shoe run up the ankle at least twelve inches
PARA PHER NA LI A . 59
from the bottom of the heeL See that there is
plenty of room to admit your trousers, so as to
buckle snugly about your ankles. This makes
the perfection of a comfortable wading shoe."
" Why are those nails driven in the heel in the
shape of the letter U ?"
" Examine Hamlin's. You will find an II on
his, and Thad Jr.'s are marked with a T. I will
tell you why :
" Once Hamlin and I concluded to fish Pleas-
ant Stream from its source to its mouth. We
employed Mr. Stull, a liveryman of Canton, Pa.,
to drive us from that village, over the moun-
tains, to the head-waters of the stream. A man
by the name of Chase, who kept a hotel in the
village, volunteered, with a chum of his, to go
as guides and shov/ us where cabins could be
found in which to lie at niHit.
" After a delightful ride over those picturesque
mountains, during which many beautiful hills
and valleys were traversed, we finally struck the
stream, at its very head, late in the afteriioon.
Our self-appointed guides, fishing-rods in hand,
struck boldly out to lead the way. In twenty
minutes they had disappeared down the stream,
and we saw nothing more of them until next day,
about lunching time, when they hove in sight to
inform us that they had found the cabin, had
slept in it all night, and were surprised not to
find us there in the morning. In the mean time.
• ^. -LijL 1.11^:5 iiii,<iii iiiiic,
Hamlin and I had lain out in the drizzling rain
through the entire night, the ' guides' having
taken no measures to look us up.
'' We declined any further offers of assistance
from them, concluding to take care of ourselves
for the rest of the expedition, as we had been
forced to do the night previous. We laid out
upon the banks of the stream another night, and
expected to make Crawford's (a farm-house, about
four miles above the mouth) on the third night.
Two or three miles above Crawford's the stream
divides. Hamlin took the right-hand branch and
I the left, expecting to meet at the junction below.
I reached the spot first, waited a while, but no
Hamlin came in sight. I shouted; no response.
I examined the sand about the shore, and found
fresh tracks made by hobnailed shoes, and water
dashed over the stones where the fisherman had
gone ashore. I naturally concluded he was
ahead, and proceeded to follow down the stream.
I fished rapidly, and looked anxiously around
every turn in the creek, but saw no signs of my
friend. I shouted again, but no response came
back to me. Evening was coming on, so I quick-
ened my step, which was soon increased to a
double-quick. I examined the footprints again
and again, only to be confirmed in the opinion
that he could not be far off". So I finally reeled
up my line and devoted all my energies to over-
taking him. Tired and foot-sore from my long
and rapid tramp, I reached Crawford's at candle-
light, to find that Hamlin had not been tliero. I
then ordered supper for two, and retraced my
steps, three weary miles np-stream, where I found
him at last, seated by a camp-fire upon the bank,
a brush in each hand, vigorously fighting mosqui-
toes, and waiting for me to come down. He had
concluded I was still up the stream, and that we
would be forced to remain out another night ; so
had selected a camping-ground, and was patiently
awaiting my coming. Upon my assuring him
the farm-house was not far away, we at once
^ broke camp,' and started for Crawford's, and
supper; both of which we reached about ten
^ 'After supper, we were put to bed in the loft
of the old house, where we would have rested
Avell enough had it not been for a disturbing cir-
cumstance, which is worth the recordino^ rio-ht
here. It clearly shows that ' There's a divinity
that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we
will.' Hamlin thinks something of the kind
brought a doctor to that particular house just in
the nick of time ; for a baby was born that very
night, in that very house, — a boy baby, too, — with
a pair of lungs that did him no discredit, but the
diligent exercise of which frightened my friend
from his bed to seek safety, through the gable-
window, on the ground below. When I returned
from my professional duties, leaving mother and
child ' as well as could be expected,* my bed-fel-
low had iiown. I found hmi soon after, however,
perched upon a big rock, in the middle of the
creek, fighting midges Avith tobacco-smoke from
his blazing pipe, and mosquitoes with willow-
boughs, which were flying right vigorously in
each hand. Upon seeing me, his first salutation
was in the form of a question, which I thought
had considerable determination in its rendering:
" ' How far is it to Bodines V
" ^ Six miles,' I replied.
" ' Let's go !'
" ' What ! to-night ?'
" ' Certainly ; you don't suppose I'm going to
follow you around practising as a gj-npocologist,
do you ? Say, what the deuce is the matter with
that youngster ?'
"- ' Nothing at all, I can assure you; contrari-
wise, he is as sound as a nut.'
" ' Glad to hear it; was afraid he had broken a
leg or something, he screamed so like fury. But
come, let us be moving.'
" ' l!^o, no ; we will go to bed again, and take an
early start in the morning.'
" But all my arguments and persuasions were
in vain. He would not enter the house again. I
finally carried him a blanket, and left him lying
under a tree, at a safe distance from the house,
with a fire near his feet and a smudge at his head,
and there I found him sound asleep at daybreak.
" Before we went away, I entered into a con-
spiracy with the father of that interesting child
to allow me to name it. The privilege was
granted. I so informed my friend upon our
Avay down the stream.
'' He looked troubled, but ventured to ask, —
^" What did you call it?'
'' ' Thunderation !' was all I heard, as he plunged
into the stream and began a vigorous whipping
of its waters.
"Before leaving, I inquired who had passed
down the stream the evening before, and was in-
formed that ' Shorty' was only five minutes ahead
of me, making most excellent time in order to
reach home before night. I had followed the
tracks of his hobnailed shoes during that entire
afternoon, which circumstance led to the initial
letters on those heels of mine. Kow, when I
see a track, I examine the heel-mark, and, if it
exhibits an II, I know Hamlin is not far away.
Since the adoption of this device, we have never
passed each other upon the stream without know-
ing it, and I have not taken a wild-goose chase
upon an unknown track."
" Does not the letter fade out soon in the sand,
thus confusing you ?"
" Not at all. It remains fresh and distinct for
three or four hours, a much longer time than it
is needed. I have seen the imprint upon dry
stones, from the wet heads of the nails, an hour
after the wearer had passed."
" Well, that does seem like a good arrange-
^' Indeed it is. Every man is labelled in this
camp, so that we can trace him out in a short
time if he does not put in an appearance at the
" Anything else new about here ? Because if
there is, I Avant to make a note of it," remarks
'' Yes ; several things. Let me call your at-
tention to the fly-hook which originated in this
camp, and, like most really useful inventions,
grew out of a necessity. My first fly-hook was
one of those expensive Russia leather concerns,
vnth parchment leaves. It always was an incon-
venient and hull^ monstrosity, until I waded too
deep in the stream one day, getting it completely
soaked, when it became hideous in form and
proportions. George hung it on the line to dry,
and when that desiccating process was complete
you couldn't close the contrivance with the blow
of an axe. The leaves were as wrinkled as a
cow's horn and immensely more crooked ; they
stuck out in every conceivable direction, de-
scribing all possible geometrical angles and
fio:ures that Avere neither orraceful nor becomino*
in a well-arranged fly-book. We subjected it
to a pneumatic ]3ressure of twelve thousand
pounds to the square incli in one of Chandler's
book-presses without in the least disturbing its
bristling propensities. So we gave it to Jim
Crow to play with, who knocked one of his eyes
out upon its sharp corners, and then abandoned
his project of demolishing it; in fact, it w^as the
only article I ever saw Jim tackle that he could
not tear to pieces at one sitting. I then devised
this fly-book, which has not only proved to be
a convenience and pleasure to me, but likewise
to my numerous fishing friends, until now^, scarcely
a fisherman can be found on these streams that
does not possess one. It is, as you see, made
of an ordinary old-fashioned sheepskin ' pocket-
book,' such as you can buy at the book-stores.
It occupies a space eight by three and one-half
inches, when closed, having a pocket in each end,
and a sort of flap arrangement on each side when
open, to carry bank-bills. These flaps I have
cut in two and sewed up the sides, forming little
pockets, in which I carry my leaders, gut, w^axed
thread, and so on. Directly in the centre of the
book I have stitched sixteen leaves of delaine,
first having ' pinked' their edges to prevent fray-
ing. In the centre of the leaves are passed small
open rings, so that one-half of the ring is upon
one side of the page and the other half upon the
opposite one. I now hook my flies through the
delaine, at top or bottom of the page, and put the
looped ends through the ring, which holds them
nicely in place. The superiority of tliis fly-book
over all others consists in its cheapness, com-
pactness, and flexibility, as well as the protection
afforded to your flies in the softness of the fabric
upon which they rest, the absorption of moisture
from the hook, and the ease with which they can
be removed and replaced. A very handsome
book of this character can be purchased for one
dollar. A yard of delaine, costing thirty-five cents,"
will make the leaves, while your saddler will pink
them for you for five cents, when you will be in
possession of a fly-book infinitely superior to
any of the ten- or twelve-dollar ones that are sold
in the fishing-tackle shops.
" If the delaine is purchased in difierent colors
— white, blue, scarlet, orange, etc. — the beauty of
the book is increased and your aesthetic nature
satisfied. About each end, have a broad, elastic
band fastened to the book, which Avill hold it
snugly in place, and is more convenient than tie-
string or buckle."
" Well, trot out the rest of your inventions :
let us have them all while you're at it ; for fifteen
years' experience as a fly-fisherman and ten as a
camper-out must have taught you many useful
lessons that we of less experience can avail our-
" At some other time, Charles, I will take
pleasure in showing you my creel with lunch-
box attachment, my travelling-tea-pot, and tea
PA RA PHERNA LI A. 67
and sugar bag, which invariably accompany
me upon an all-day fishing-excursion. But just
now the shadows are beginning to fall upon the
pools, the flies are bobbing over the surface of
the w^ater, and a fine rise out yonder notifies me
that we had better be up and doing if we desire
to avail ourselves of the evening fishing. There !
Thad Jr. has already captured one in the back
bayou: I hear his shout. Let us be going.
Come, Hamlin, suppose w^e go to the slope wall
this evening, and see if you can raise your
^buster' under the beech. Supper at eight to-
night, George ; we will cast as long as we can
"Ay, ay, sir!"
ON THE STREAM.
The Sport of Fly-Casting— How Trout are Caught.
Members of the various professions, shop-
keepers, and others whose occupations confine
them within-doors from year to year, suffer after
awhile from nervous prostration, induced by in-
activity of the digestive apparatus, which soon
originates the many ills for which the medical
man is constantly asked to prescribe. To persist
in these sedentary pursuits, with the sole intent
of adding money to the purse or increased knowl-
edge to one's profession, is frightfully injurious
to the health and intellect. In what manner
these harmful consequences are developed, I can-
not stop to discuss, since the fact is sufiiciently
apparent to every individual whose labors confine
him to office or store, year after year, without a
season for rest and recuperation.
Those who have tried the various fashionable
resorts as resting-places, and have returned to
their homes almost as much exhausted as when
they started away, skeptically inquire, —
" What shall we do ?"
The same prescription made by the angler's
ON THE STREAM. 69
patron saint, good old Isaak Walton, centuries
ago, coupled with all its delightful pleasures, re-
tains its efficiency even to the present time, and
fits our case exactly, —
" Go a fysshynge !"
To the inexperienced angler, having in mind
the reed pole, coarse line, bob and sinker, with
which he jerked high into the air, from some
neighboring pond or bayou, the unsuspecting
bullhead, the demure and rooting sucker, or the
less pretentious " shiner," using for the allure-
ment of these humble representatives of the
finny tribe the angle-worm, fresh and squirming,
perhaps such advice will come unappreciated and
vv^ill be unheeded. To such I say, have patience
to follow me a day fishing, that you may learn
whether the sport reveals its attractions to you as
it does to me.
Fish, you must know, particularly when those
fish are trout, will not always rise to a fly, nor dive
for your Avri thing worm. They are moody, are
these spotted denizens of the mountain streams,
and doubtless have their moments of hunger
and times of satiety as well as the folks on
shore. Do not imagine you will catch a trout at
every flirt of your flies, or that they will fairly
dislocate their cervical vertebrae in their anxiety
to fasten themselves upon your deceptive hook ;
for I assure you they won't do anything of the
I have seen a pool alive with jumping trout,
feeding upon a yellow fly, in the edge of the even-
ing, when the most delicate and skilful casts I
could make (notwithstanding my artificial device
closely resemhled the natural one) w^ould not en-
tice a single one of the cunning little scamps to
fasten himself upon my hook. I have bobhed
my most captivating fly before the very nose of
some sly old trout peeping out from under log or
rock, and have watched him wink his eye in scorn
and derision at my little game, but never once
otter to leave his hiding-place, while he eternally
wiggled his restless tail and flapped his pectoral
fins, in intimation that he would say, if he only
could, " E'o you don't, old fellow !" Again, I
have caught that same wary trout in an open
pool on a nondescript fly, as it fell with a noisy
sphish from an unskilful cast.
" You can't most allers tell wen they're a-goin'
to bite," said a native fisherman to me on the
stream one day.
It requires patience, perseverance, and an un-
rufiled temper to make a successful trout-fisher-
man. If you possess these qualities, accompany
me to our camp-grounds, where you will receive
a hearty welcome from the jolly campers there
congregated. If you have the " blues," just
come out among the greens and get rid of all
your mental disquietadcs. Nothing like nature
to quiet a fellow's nerves, set his stomach to
ON THE STREAM. Yl
acting, and so place him fairly upon his legs
" What do we do to busy ourselves in camp ?"
do you ask ?
Hail Columbia ! what do we 7ioi do ? Why,
we get up at -^ve in the morning : awakened from
our refreshing slumber by the soft gray twilight
falling upon our tent-walls, throwing a gentle
lialo round about us, and faintly illuminating all
within. Then the wood-robin, the earliest of the
morning songsters, begins his melodies, defying
all our efforts at imitating his sweet, flute-like
notes. The robin red-breast soon sets up his carol ,
and is at once joined by the many warblers with
which the woods are swarming ; and such a med-
ley of songs as is kept up for the next two hours
is alone worth a journey to the woods to hear.
During the bird concert we arise and bathe our
faces in the cool, running water with which our
island is surrounded, don our fishing suits, pre-
pare our rods and lines, and adorn our leaders
with the flies to be used in the day's sport. This
completed, George, our cook, plays a tattoo upon
a frying-pan, indicating that its contents have
been placed upon the table, and our breakfast of
trout, boiled potatoes, flap-jacks, and coffee is in
waiting. While we eat, the sun comes peeping
through a notch in the high mountain, lighting
up the sky with its golden beams, casting brilliant
colors upon the charming landscape. How many
tints of green we sec in the foliage about us I
How exquisitely delicate are the bright new tips
of the hemlock boughs, and how they do be-
spangle the mountain-side !
Above our heads are the broad, green leaves
of the water-beech, upon the under surface of
which dance and twinkle silver and o;olden beams
of light, reflected from the rippling water at our
feet. Soon, the sun mounts higher in the sky,
throwing his rays into the dense forest of the
mountain, lighting up the flrs, beeches, maples,
and tulip-trees, revealing the mass of beauty
lying at their feet, in the shape of ferns, mosses,
and brilliant wild-flowers that raise their saucy
little heads to salute the morning sun, even as do
we ! While wx feast upon the viands before us
and regale our eyes with the beauties of nature,
now and then a nimble trout leaps from the
water that goes rippling along upon either side,
until it splashes and glistens against the lichen-
covered rocks in the deep pool below. How his
silver sides sparkle in the sunlight ! and how
eager we become to test our skill in bringing
him to creel, as he again and again essays the
same movement, in his eflbrts at catching a
dragon-fly that goes bobbing along over the
surface of the dancing rapid ! Squirrels climb
timidly out upon the slender branches of the
maples overhanging the bayou in quest of the
ripe seeds hanging there, and wink at us with
ON THE STREAM. 73
large, inquisitive eyes, while flirting their grace-
ful tails ahove their backs. Chipmunks go scam-
pering about the camp, fearlessly gathering the
crumbs thrown them, while Squire Bodine's
ducks dive to the bottom of the deep pool for the
potato-peelings that have found lodgment there.
Kingfishers chatter from the limbs of a dead stub
across the creek, and young crows caw, gurgle,
and splutter somewhere in the depths of the
forest. Glorious, is it not, to sit at breakfast with
such surroundings ?
The meal despatched, we smoke our pipes and
lay out the trip for the day. The fishing-ground
is cliosen, when away we go, in our comical-look-
ing suits, with rods, creels, and landing-nets be-
decking us, increasing the oddity of our attire.
As we stroll leisurely up the stream, stopping
here and there to admire a flower or listen to
the note of some strange bird, all the old songs
of our school-boy days are rehearsed, making the
welkin ring with our joyous shouts. (Hamlin has
alwa3^s insisted that this is not a correct analysis
of his feelings : that he shouts and sings to let off
superfluous steam ; we accept his amendment and
But see, there's a rise ! Yes, another still !
Yonder, under the limb that trails upon the
surface of the water. See him ! He jumps
" Go for him, Hamlin ; you will be sure to take
him. He seems just in the humor for that leading
fly of yours."
Our skilful friend descends the bank, steps
carefully into the water, that no ripple may reach
the trout and give him Avarning of his danger.
Slowly he unreels his line, sweeps it back and
forth through the air, until the required length is
obtained, then lands the gossamer leader, with
its tiny flies, du^ectly over the spot where the
trout was seen to rise to the natural fly. Gently,
deftly, are the deceptive feathers manipulated
over the old trout's lair, until the perpendicular
rod necessitates another cast. Again is the line
in the air, describing a graceful double curve, far
in the rear of the anxious fisherman, Avho, with
every nerve alert, every muscle quivering with
anticipation for the next throw, projects the lead-
ing fly safely under the low-hanging bush. A
splash, the dull thud that answers to his strike,
and the merry rattle of the reel, at once reveals
that the game is hooked. And now what a fight
ensues ! how the delicate, six-ounce rod bends
as the frightened fish endeavors to reach the
cover of a pile of drift-wood near at hand ! Fail-
ing in this, he tries the swift water beyond, and
unreels a rod or two of line while dashing madly
down the rapid. Oh, how he does pull ! and with
what anxiety the fisherman watches the result !
every nerve in his body quivering, lest the deli-
cate leader may part or the hold upon the mouth
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give way. !Now he dives to the bottom of a deep
pool, and stubbornly sliakes his head while try-
ing to entangle the line under a stone, or to fray
it off upon the sharp edge of a sunken rock.
Then we observe, from the sudden, spasmodic
jerks upon the rod, that he is endeavoring to tear
himself away, when Hamlin anxiously shouts,
with head turned imploringly toward us, while
great drops of perspiration chase each other over
his flushed cheeks, —
" Come, stir him up for me, doctor; he's sulk-
I hasten to the spot, casting a handful of peb-
bles into the pool ; when away he goes again,
making the reel run in his mad flight, carrying
with him nearly every inch of line before reach-
ing the lower end of the pool, where he tries to
dart under a huge boulder, seeing which, Hamlin
turns the butt of the rod toward the fish and
stops the reel. My eye rests upon the rod as it
bends from tip to butt, wondering the while
whether it will or can stand the strain ; but just
then the fish leaps into the air in response to the
bend of the elastic rod, or perhaps to show us
what a beauty he is
" He'll weigh a pound at least, Hamlin; hold
" I'll hold him if the tackle will," is the re-
sponse ; and again the trout leaves the water and
shakes his head desperately to free himself from
"76 . BODINES.
the liook. Darting back and forth across the
stream, striving here to dive under a root, there
to circumnavigate a rock, he cuts the water with
the taut line, lashing it into a spray that reflects
the prismatic colors of the bright morning sun.
But now his dashes become less frequent, his
struggles not so desperate, then the magnificent
fish is slowly reeled toward the fisherman, the
graceful, yielding rod displaying a perfect arch
under the weight of the nimble beauty, until he
abandons the fight altogether, and displays him-
self calmly, upon his side, on the surface of the
water. I place ray landing-net under him, and
carry ashore the trophy to his delighted captor.
There, lying within the folds of the net, upon
the clean, green grass, his beauty of form and
color is commented upon, and size and weight
" A pounder, as sure as fate, Hamlin !"
" Yes, he's certainly fourteen inches long, and
quite fiit. How the fellow did pull, though ! I
thought I had at least a two-pounder when I first
struck him," he replies, stooping to unfasten the
hook before consigning him to a tuft of grass iu
the bottom of his creel.
Perhaps a dozen more are taken in the same
manner, first by one, then by the other, at various
points along the stream, when, concluding our
morning's catch sufiicient to satisfy our craving
for food and sport, we seat ourselves upon the
THE SLOPE WALL.
" I place mv landing-net under him and carry ashore the trophy."
ON THE STREAM. '77
bank, in the cool shade of a friendly tree, and
watch the kingfishers in their piscatorial exploits,
agreeing that their pleasure is not unlike our own,
after all. We note, too, when our feathered rivals
in the fishing business dive from their high
perches into the water after the small fry, they
invariably come to the surface with the game in
their mouths; our only wonder being how the
deuce they chatter in that comical manner with
a mouth full of fish !
On our way to camp we stop to gather laurels,
rhododendrons, violets, daisies, forget-me-nots,
and a hundred other beautiful flowers with which
the banks of the stream abound. We examine
the birds'-nests that are ingeniously secreted in
tufts of grass and among the low bushes ; watch
the birds feeding their young, and notice the
queer habits of the various species while they
frolic in their native wdlds. On the high bank,
we lie down and peer into the water, through an
opera-glass, observing the curious forms of insect
life that swarm upon the pebbl}^ bottom of the
creek. There, we see strange little worm-like crea-
tures, crawling about with bundles of sticks upon
their backs, or with a coat of mail, constructed
of minute pebbles, glued together in some mys-
terious manner. This becomes their armor, we
find, to protect them from the fish, particularly
the lazy, long-nosed suckers, that are constantly
turning them over in order to get a nip at them.
Some, bursting their clirysalid shells, float to the
surface of the water, rest a moment, pluming
their delicate wings, and then take their flight to
join the myriads of similar insects flying through
the air. To sit down, or, better still, to lie down,
and watch these wiggling little creatures trans-
forming themselves into graceful and brilliant
flying insects, often rivalling the flowers in gaudy
colors, is a diversion of no mean description.
Many an hour have I amused myself contemplat-
ing the habits of the multitudes of beetles, moths,
and aptera that can be found everywdiere in the
open air. ^ot a stone, blade of grass, leaf, or
flow^er but has somewdiere upon its surface a liv-
ing creature, wdiose movements are full of interest
While thus employed, we hear the sound of
George's tin horn echoing from hill to hill, a
signal that dinner is ready and awaiting our
presence. Hastening to camp, we find a panful
of trout, done beautifully brown, steaming hot
potatoes, with their jackets on, coflee, the aroma
of which greeted our olfactories long before our
eyes rested upon it, and some bread and butter
such as only a farmer's wife can supply, — these
all ready, with George standing by, in neat
white jacket and clean apron, eager to supply
our wants. Dear reader, how such a dinner is
enjoyed ! I can give you no conception of the
wholesome appetite that is engendered by living
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thus in the open air ; I can only urge you to try
it, and experience the great delights in store for
After dinner, we lie oiF in our hammocks, read
the daily papers that come to us hy the morning
train, smoke our pipes, and entertain any callers
that may chance to seek us out. At other times
we beautify our camp-grounds in various ways
until five o'clock arrives, when we again enter
the stream and cast the fly for the larger trout
that are hidden in the deeper pools. It is then
we take to our boat: one of us seated in the
stern, paddle in hand, the other in the bow, with
rod and line, ready to cast for the first " buster"
that indicates his whereabouts by an accommo-
dating splash. In the quiet pond, each rock,
tree, and shrub finds its counterpart, and the
blue sky, with its fleecy, flying clouds, occupies
the centre of the picture. So perfect is the re-
flection that it is no easy matter to determine
where the real object and its reflection join.
Floating listlessly along in the cool shade of the
great mountain, how peacefully quiet is all iia-
ture about us ! not a breath of air ruffles the fair
pool or disturbs a leaf upon the hillside. Even
the birds are quiet, for they, too, are taking their
evening siesta. Silently the shadows are creep-
ing up the sides of the western mountain, the
sombre hues below intensifying the brilliancy of
the grand old hemlocks lighted up with the
golden rays of the setting sun. Soon they, too,
fall into shadow, and then we bestir ourselves to
throw for the large trout, now upon the lookout
for the multitude of flies and moths that disport
themselves upon the surface of the water as the
evening shadows entice them out.
We have not long to wait, for just under a
shelving rock a " bright fox" has fallen into the
water and is flapping his gauzy wings right vig-
orously to regain the airy regions. Immediately
we see a boiling in the smooth water, which
sends, out circle after circle of gentle wavelets
until broken against the sides of our canoe. I
turn the bow, and, with a light sweep of the pad-
dle, place my companion within reaching distance
of the spot. One throw" of his graceful line, and,
before the deceptive fly fairly lights upon the
water, the old trout has left his retreat and
bounded into the air, grasping the morsel within
his jaws. A play of a few minutes, in which he
makes a noble fight for liberty, brings him within
reach of the landing-net, when he is consigned
to the bottom of the boat to await companions
soon to follow. And a glorious evening we have
of it. 1^0 more quiet now: the old hills are
made to ring with shouts and songs at the cap-
ture of every beauty that comes to our flies.
The moment a large fish is struck, Hamlin's
favorite song is heard ringing clearly out upon
the evening air ;
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" A gay old trout from his hole camo out
To see what he could see ;
A boy found it out, then snaked him out,
And brought him, a trophy, to me,"
sung with a vehemence and gusto proportionate
to the size of the fish captured. When he is
alone in the hoat, I can always determine accu-
rately the number of trout taken by the numerals
used in another of his ditties, which runs some-
thing like this :
" Oh, lovely is one trout !"'
with the emphasis upon the " one/' But what
the other lines are I have never been able to
ascertain, the only variation being in the " one,"
which he changes to " two" or " ten," according
to his success. So, quickly passes the evening,
until the shadows grow darker and darker,
merging into complete blackness and night.
Then we paddle home, to the music of the whip-
poor-will, the singing of the tree-frog, and the
occasional tappings of George's tin pan that
summons us to supper. A jack-lamp illumi-
nates our dining-hall, where we soon turn our at-
tention to the corn pan-cakes, with maple-syrup,
potatoes stewed in milk, and a good cup of tea.
These despatched, w^e seat ourselves about the
camp-fire, smoke our pipes, talk over the inci-
dents of the day, and listen to the unfailing sere-
nade of the whip-poor-will. Presently the moon
appears in the heavens, lighting up woods and
water with a radiance most enchanting. Hills
and dales that are full of beauty by day have
many added charms when bathed in the soft,
silvery light of a full moon. As we sit and gaze
upon her face, reflected from the mirrored sur-
face of the pond, the night-hawks skip merrily
along, feeding upon the insects that had enter-
tained us during the day. At last the plaintive
note of the whip-poor-will is hushed, the shrill
screech of the night-hawk sinks into silence,
and all nature settles down into that peaceful
stillness only experienced in the wild - wood.
Then we seek our comfortable beds, where we
rest and chat until soothed into drowsiness by
the ripple of the running water, the melancholy
hoot of the owl, and gentle whispers of the wind
through the pine-tree boughs. The responses to
our questions grow fainter, less full, and finally
fail altogether, when a snore in the direction of
my companion's bed announces that he has al-
ready said "• Good-night!"
A Native Fisherman who takes 'em on a Fly.
Every neighborhood possesses its ''character,"
— a chap who from some peculiarity, some odd-
ity in dress, manner, habits, or style of speech,
renders himself conspicuous among his fellow-
men, so that he stands out in bold relief, a tar-
i^et for the ridicule of all with whom he comes
Such a man is Shorty, — additionally styled the
" Shark of the Stream." So ostensible are Shorty's
traits of character, that he is perhaps as well
known, by name at least, as any denizen of the
Lycoming valley. Where he originally came
from the Lord only knows, for his own version
of his life is so conflicting and crammed so full
of startling incidents and blood-curdling situa-
tions, as to more than occupy the full measure of
time allotted to any half-dozen of the long-lived
backwoodsmen of this epoch. Had he never
existed at all, much less in the lively manner we
are forced to acknowledge he does disport him-
self, the streams of the Lycoming region would
be far more populous with trout, and afford a
correspondingly increased amount of pleasure to
the true sportsmen Avho, seek these waters for
We had heard of Shorty and his depredations
upon Pleasant Stream, with nets, set poles, out-
lines, and other ahominable contrivances for
slauo:hterino; the fish of this most deli2:htful of
all trout streams ; but it was years before we
encountered him face to face in our excursions
One day in early June, Hamlin and I were
casting the fly upon its banks, being bountifully
rewarded, not only in the large number of trout
taken, and in their gamy quality, but also by our
picturesque surroundings. The stream is broad,
clear of brush, and comes tumbling down be-
tween two lofty mountains, whose moss- and
fern-covered rocks, and immense hemlock, pine,
and beech trees, are a sight to behold, while its
cool, crystal waters sparkle and ripple over many
little cascades in a manner that would at once
delight the eye of any lover of nature and make
him bless the day that brought him to the spot.
Hamlin and I were casting our flies over the
same pool, and my rod being rewarded with a
tine, large fish, we were both devoting our ener-
gies to land him. My companion was in the
pool, waist-deep, seeking to thrust the landing-
net under the fish that was calmly floating on the
snrfiice of the water, an indication that he had
abandoned the struggle and was ready to be lifted
into the creel. But, just as the net touched his
silver sides, a spark of electric energy seemed to
be imparted to him, when away he dived again,
this time making toward Hamlin's legs for a har-
bor of safety, causing that individual to make
sundry comical plunges to escape from the en-
tanglement. The fish was soon reeled in again
and quieted down, the net once more placed
under him, only to stir him up to renewed exer-
tions of sprightliness. This time he got the best
of Hamlin, tangling him up in net, leader, and
trout in such an indescribable manner as to tax
our ingenuity to the utmost to unravel him.
The trout was darting hither and thither, be-
tween Hamlin's legs, then my own, while both of
us were divins: for him with our landins'-nets
in the most frantic manner, when with one last,
desperate effort, in which he seemed to bring the
force of all his previous jumps into one, he made
a leap clear over my net, and landed safe and
free in the pool beyond. Hamlin looked at me,
I looked at him ; and before either of us could
make an exclamation, the bushes suddenly parted
on the bank, and a voice, followed by a man,
greeted us, saying, —
" I knowed you'd lose 'im. I caught one
bigger'n him, over on Pine Creek, once, and he
mixed three on us up just as this 'un did you
fellers, and jumped clean over my head and
knocked my boy down. That 'un there" (point-
ing to his young hopeful of about thirteen years
of age, who sat shivering and grinning from the
bank on the other side).
As the fish had departed, we turned our atten-
tion to the new-comer, who presented himself so
mysteriously and unannounced in our presence.
He was a man of about fifty years of age, short
of stature, with a small, round head, densely
covered with long, shaggy, unkempt hair, — an
equal mixture of auburn and gray, — while whis-
kers of the same bountiful supply and of like hue,
almost concealed a pale and plump face. His
eyes were blue and bright, mouth hirge, and well
filled with tobacco-stained teeth that were ex-
posed by the broad grin wrinkling his cheeks.
He wore a black coat, threadbare, and abun-
dantly patched, while his trousers (what was left
of them) exposed a once white shirt, from front
and rear, and a w^ell-bronzed skin at the knees.
This uniform was topped out with a black slouch
hat, profusely ornamented with artificial flies,
*which seemed to have been collected from the
back leaves of the fly-books of all the fishermen
who had visited this stream . for the past two
years. On his shoulder rested a pole that evi-
dently had been cut in the woods, while in his
hand was an old, six-quart tin pail, covered with
a dirty rag, a hole cut in the centre, through
which to thrust his trout, when captured in the
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mysterious manner known only to himself and
the boy on the other bank; and this was " Shorty."
We knew him from the description given of
him, from his introductory story, from his tin
pail, and boy with the plethoric black bag, which
he said contained lunch, but which we suspected
was the receptacle for his most taking fly, — a
The wind was blowing from the north some-
what cold, and, it being about time to take our
nooning, we concluded to build a fire, cook our
trout, and in the interval interview Shorty. He
watched our preparations, divined what we were
about, and, catching up his pail in one hand and
pole in the other, exclaimed, —
" Oh, if you'r'n want of a fire, one that '11 cook
yer fish and toast yer shins too, jest cum this way,
and I'll show ye un. Ye see, I allers starts my
fires jest off' ov the stream a ways, so I won't be
bothered with nobody that happens along."
Following him through the dense underbrush
for a few rods, we came to a bright, glowing fire,
built under an old hemlock stump, that was
fanned into a glowing coal in the brisk wind that
was just then blowing. "While preparing our
fish for the roast, Shorty watched the proceedings,
and, with mouth watering at the prospect of so
luscious a meal as seemed to be in prospect, ob-
" I reckon them trout '11 be mighty good
cooked that there way. I never seen it done so
afore. That buttered paper is to keep 'em from
burnin', I s'pose. JS^ovv I calkeHate that's a heap
sight better way than to cook 'em on a stick, and
burnin' ov 'em."
" Yes ; trout are very delicious when prepared
in this manner, Shorty. Do you fish upon this
stream much ?"
" Do I ? Why, Lor' bless yer soul, I've fished
this yer stream from top to bottom for nigh onto
twenty years now, and 1 knows every rock on its
bottom, and every stump and root on its shore."
"You catch many fine fish, no doubt; take
them all on a fly, 1 suppose ?"
" Indeed I does. Nobody on this 'ere stream
has no bisness with me a-fishin' with flies.
Why, ye only jest oughter a-bin up here this
mornin', afore the wind got to blowin' ; why, I
ketched — well, ye kin see" — (uncovering the
six-quart pail for our inspection, revealing it
more than two-thirds full of trout, from one inch
to twelve in length) — " I ketched every blessed
one on 'em in less'n a hour. I never seed 'em
jump so; why, I took 'em four and five at a
" Four and five at a time !" exclaimed Hamlin,
who had just lighted his pipe, and was holding
a burning ember aloft, to catch the direction of
the wind. " Why, man, how many flies do you
usually attach to a leader ?"
" Oh, sometimes ten and sometimes twelve, ac-
corclin' as to how they're a bitin'."
" Ten and twelve flies at a cast ! Hail Colum-
bia ! Why, you must throw a whole out-line,"
observes Hamlin, with a sly wink and a char-
acteristic spit over his left shoulder.
" How many fish can you take here in a day ?"
I inquired, while carefully covering the roll of
prepared trout with the burning embers.
" Well, the biggest hull I ever made was three
years ago, out o' that ere hole ye see yonder. I
jist looked into it off ov that rock that hangs over
it, and counted one hundred and twenty-two bust-
ers, every one on 'em weighing mor'n a pound.
I^ow, thinks I, them there trout are mine, every
one on 'em; so what does I do but jest throws
the hole full of brush, so as no other feller could
see 'em or ketch 'em out, and then went to feedin'
" Feeding them ? What for, pray ?"
" Why, ye see, I wanted to git 'em all ; so I
feeds 'em to make 'em kinder wanted to the place,
ye see. Well, I fed 'em every night and mornin'
'' On — on — let's see ; what did I give 'em ?"
(scratching his head and looking into the fire, as
though in search of something to feed those trout
upon.) " Oh, I fed 'em on chicken innards, and
mighty fond of 'em they wus, too. Ye would o'
laiigliecl yersels nigh unto death to see one big
feller tackle one ov them long innards and start
to runnin', with about fifty more a-pullin' at the
t'other eend of it to get it away from him, jist like
I hev seed a parcel ov pigs a-doin' manys the
"But it seems to me you must have slaugh-
tered a good many chickens to have fed your
trout twice a day in that manner."
" Yes, I did ; but ye see we live purty much on
chickens in the summer, does the old 'oman and
me and the six childrens, and then we raised 'em
" Oh, I see."
" "Well, as I was a-sayin', I fed 'em twice a day,
and arter they got so they knowed me, I would
feed 'em up stream a little higher, every day,
until I led 'em 'round into that little run ye see
a-comin' in jest 'round yender pint. I built a
brush dam acrost the mouth ov it, and put in a
board to shet the water off wen I wanted to.
After I got 'em in there, don't yer see ? I had 'em
tight. I jest shet down that board, and picked
out every blessed one on 'em with my l)are
" But I cannot see any fun in that sort of fish-
ing. Shorty. Why did you not catch them on a
fly, and so enjoy it?"
" That's all werry well for you fellers what's
got lots o' money and nuthin' to do to talk about.
But when a poor feller like me, Avitli a big family
a-dependin' on 'im for sumthin' to eat, why, he's
got to "
" You don't mean to tell me you ate them ?"
" ^o; ye didn't let me finish. I sold every one
on 'em, alive, to Mister Drake what's got a pond
down the road, and he give me a hundred and
fifty dollars for 'em in cash !"
" Pretty good price that. Shorty."
" Well, I dunno ; one on 'em Avhat weighed
nigh onto four pounds had only one eye, and that
'un was right in the middle of his forrid, — jest as
true as I'm a-settin' here, — and it did make him
look mighty comikel, I can tell ye."
" A regular Cyclops," wx interposed.
" Yes, he was a sly chops, for a fiict ; why, his
mouth was bigger'n that," placing the palms of
his two hands together, and separating them as
far as the wrists.
" Shorty, what fly are they taking to-day ?" in-
quired Hamlin, who seemed inclined to divert
him from the stories that were becoming some-
what of an infliction.
" Well, I dunno, but 'pears to me the great
dun is as good as enny," at the same time re-
moving his hat and passing every fly, with which
the band was covered, between his fingers.
" Of whom do you purchase your flies ? I see
you have quite a collection," was the next query.
" Oh, my 'oman makes all my flies."
" Indeed ; let us look at them," we both re-
plied ill chorus.
He passed over the hat, and, taking a seat
nearer, commenced expatiating upon their rela-
tive value, as he pointed out each fly with a long,
" That 'un there," he said, pointing to one of
McBride's grizzly kings, " that 'un she made yes-
terday, and I reckon on its bein' first-class, cause
I took a whopper with it this mornin' already."
" Where did you procure the feathers?" we
ventured to inquire.
" Them speckled ones ?"
" Yes ; and the hackle, too."
Reaching down into his dirty pocket, his face
assuming a somewhat puzzled expression, he
took out a quarter of a yard of the most villain-
ous-looking plug-tobacco, placed one corner of
it between his strong teeth, yanked it back and
forth, much as a dog would a wood-chuck, until
the desired quantity was secured within his
mouth. Then, after working his jaws vigorously
for a few moments, expectorated a quantity of
black-looking fiuid over Hamlin's leg into the
stream beyond; and, slapping the plug upon his
thigh, replied, —
" Them purty little speckled uns I got ofi^ha
woodpecker, and that what you calls a hackle
" Good gracious, doctor, do let him alone !
he'll try to make us believe this stream will re-
verse its current by to-morrow, and that we must
stand on our heads to fish it; come, let up," ob-
served Hamlin, while he rose and scratched
among the coals for the package of trout placed
there twenty minutes before.
" Come," he further added, " the trout are
done by this time, the tea cool enough to drink,
and I'm as hungry as need be for the occasion."
So we spread our luncheon upon a log that lay
conveniently near, using clean, flat stones for
plates, and fell to eating. Shorty watched the
proceedings, as did his boy, who deposited his
black bag on the bank across the creek and
drew nearer, w^iping his mouth with his hat and
looking Avistfully in the direction of the edibles.
I could not resist his imploring gaze, but took
a slice of bread, bountifully covered with butter,
and garnished with a steaming trout, and held it
toward him, saying, —
" Come here, you young scalawag, and have a
He approached shyly, bending his body for-
ward and, reaching as far as his ragged-clad arm
w^ould permit, grabbed the morsel, much as a
trout would have taken a fly, and disappeared
into the brush.
" Hev ye forgot yer manners ?" Shorty observed,
looking after him ; but it was too late, the boy
had gone out of hearing, and was doubtless
satisfying Lis hunger unseen. Hamlin supplied
Shorty with a like piece, which he devoured rav-
enously, grunting his satisfaction between each
" Shorty, where do you live ?" I asked, after an
interval of quiet.
"Jest down here aways; ye see them pine-
trees down there about a mile ?" using his pants
and sleeve for a napkin, as he rose, pointing in
the direction indicated. " Well, right there's a
Ijridge that goes acrost the creek ; my shanty's
there, in the clearin'."
" What do you do for a living ?"
" In summer I raises pertaters and corn ; fishes,
and sells my fish to city chaps what comes here
a-fisliin' and ketches nothin', and shoemakes in
" You make enough to support yourself and
family, do you ?"
" Oh, yes ; easy. Why, I makes as high as
twelve dollars a day sum days, a-fishin'. I keeps
all the fish me and the boys ketches, and when I
can't sell 'em to the city fellers, I jest runs down
to Williamsport, and gets fifty cents a pound for
" What, such little ones as you have there in
" Yis, sir ; they all counts in a pound."
"It's a shame, Shorty, to take those little fish
from the stream; you will soon ruin the fishing."
"Yes, you city fellers all says that; but I
allers notices that you never throws 'em in your-
selves. They all says them little uns is so sweet
to eat, you know."
" But no true sportsman will do that, Shorty."
"Well, I clunno : it 'pears to me what you
calls yer true uns never comes this way, then."
" I'm sorry our city sportsmen set you so bad
an example, Shorty; but tell me, do you never
fish with anything but a hook and line ? for, you
see, I'm a little skeptical about your being able
to catch a hundred of those little trout — less than
two inches in length — upon a hook. I have always
found them the hardest to capture with flies the
size of those you wear on your hat."
" That may all be; but me and my boys ketches
'em easy enough." Then, twisting off another
chew from his enormous plug, he stowed it aw^ay
under his cheek, giving his face the appearance
of a person suffering from ranula, and prepared
his mouth for another squirt; at which symp-
toms Hamlin shifted his seat, fearing, doubtless,
that the aim might miss and the shot bespatter
his legs. He then added : " Oh, sometimes we
puts out a few set-lines at night, and ketches
some nice ones that way."
" Indeed ! How do you set them ?"
" Why, I takes a line about so long," indi-
cating three feet between his extended hands,
" and ties it to a branch of some tree that hangs
over a deep hole, and puts a live minney on the
hook. His wi2:2:lino: is too much for a hi 2: trout :
lie just goes for it, and swallers 'im hull. Then
I has 'im ; 'cause the limh hends just like a pole,
and he can't tear hisself loose, ye see."
" How large a trout did you ever catch in that
" Tt is nigh onto five years now, I reckon,
since I ketched a reg'lar walloper that way. He
Aveighed three pounds fifteen ounces and three-
quarters ! By golly ! I did want to make him
weigh even four pounds, hut Squire Bodine
weighed him and shaved him clost. It was a
dark night, and the eels were a-runnin' power-
ful strong. I set a hook on a riiF near my house,
and along came a eel, just thirty inches long, and
swallered the hook, and a while afterward that
big trout tackled Mr. eel and swallered him ; so
next mornin' I had 'em both."
" Was the eel alive ?" I innocently inquired.
" Alive ! In course he was ; and the way he
must o' stirred up that trout's innards Avas a
caution ! I reckon he was awful sick to his
" Well, I should say so. You do catch eels
here, then ?"
" Oh, yes ; frequent. I ketched one last fall
that weighed four pounds, and I swar to good-
ness if a hig trout didn't try to swaller him, and
got ketched at it hisself. He took Mr. eel tail
on, and the minnit the eel felt sumthin' a-ticklin'
of his tail he just curled it around so" — indicating
the bend by a crook of his finger — " and ketched
him through the gills, and held him there till
mornin', when I got the two of 'em !"
" If I were you I'd keep a lot of eels on hand,
Shorty, and set them every night; they beat
the * eagle's-claw trap' all to pieces," Hamlin ob-
" Well, I was a-thinkin' o' that there myself,
but tlie're so blessed slippery a feller can't do
much in the way of a-trainin' of 'em."
At this, Hamlin looked at his watch, remarked
that it was three o'clock, that the wind had gone
down, and if we desired to catch any fish that
day we had better be at it. So, I rinsed out our
tea-pot, hung it to my creel-strap, lighted my
pipe, and was ready for a march down the stream.
At this demonstration Shorty also rose, looked
up and down stream for his boy, and, not see-
ing him, gave a peculiar whistle through his fin-
gers. Presently the lad, with the black knapsack
on his back, broke covert, but seeing us, re-
treated into the bushes again.
Hamlin and I entered the stream, unreeled our
lines, and, with a good-by salutation to Shorty,
passed on, leaving him watching us from the
bank. After turning the first bend in the creek,
we were surprised to see Shorty there, and when
we came within hailins; distance he shouted at
the top of his voice, so that he might be heard
above the roar of the cascade, —
" Say, you uns, I forgot to ax ye, doesn't ye
wanter buy my trout ?"
" Buy your trout ! You whimpering, shivering
scoundrel, what do you take us for?" Hamlin
cried, with supreme disgust depicted upon every
line of his face. " We are not pot-hunters, you
miserable shark; get out!"
"Well, ye needn't git mad about*it; I didn't
know l)ut what ye might buy 'em ; but I didn't
see no flask a-haiigin' over yer shoulder, I must
say, but thought, maybe, ye carried it in yer
" Flask ! flask ! What's that o-ot to do with
it?'^ Hamlin inquired.
" Oh, a heap. I allers notices that them fellers
whot carries their basket under one arm and a
flask a-hangin' under t'other have more luck
a-drinkiu' than they do a-ketchin' ov fish, so I
allers sells 'em my trout, and gets a good price
for 'em, too,"
" That's all right. Shorty ; but wx have no use
for your fish ; we are out for sport only, not to
see how many trout we can destroy. By-by."
" Good-by, surs. When ye cum this way agin
ye will most allers find me here on this stream,
sumwheres about, a-ready to build fires or do
any other work ye may stand in Avant of." Then,
with an awkward flourish of his gayly-trimmed
hat and an attempt at what resembled a bow, he
quitted us ; and as the willows closed behind him
we heard his voice above the roar of the rapid,
— " Y-o-u John-7?ee /" to which a ghostly response
came from somewhere up the stream, — " Hal-
loo /" We passed on doAvn the cascade and left
fiither and son to the contemplation of nature--
and the defenceless fish.
A Tea-Party — A Lost Trout — And a Ducking.
" What do you say, boys, to ttiking the nine
o'clock train for the Loyalsock?" Preswick
asked, as we were all seated at the breakfast-
table one beautiful morning.
" Pll go, for one," Sanders replied.
" So will I," added Hamlin.
" Perhaps I had better join ^-ou too, and so
complete the quartette. I have not been there
for two years, and am anxious to try the Hoagland
branch again. We had excellent fishing there,
you remember, Hamlin."
" So we did; and a beautiful stream it is, too."
'' How had we better go ?" Sanders queried.
" My advice would be to drive over from Can-
ton," Preswick suggested.
" Very good ; if Ave mean to go this morning,
better fly around and get ready. George, place
a luncheon in all our creels while we pack our
" Is a change of raiment necessary ?" asked
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"Certainly; we will need dry clothing when we
come in at night. Let each man take a satchel
containing an extra shirt, trousers, drawers, and
stockings, going in light marching order, that we
may not he hardened with haggage."
Breakfast finished, all set to work preparing
for the trip. Charles and liohert agreed to
keep camp while we were gone, declaring they
would find sufiicient amusement in carving canes
and pipes from the laurel-roots, or in embellish-
ing the grounds. By nine o'clock, dressed in
fishing suits, and Avith all necessary equipments,
we were in waiting at Bodines station for the
train to carry us northward to Canton, distant
twenty miles. We telegrapli<Kl from Ralston for
a team to be in readiness upon arrival of the
train, and when we reached the village, an hour
later, the horses were ready, prancing before the
vehicle in which we were to be transported over
The distance from Canton to Warburton's (at
whose house fishermen usually stay, it being con-
veniently located between the Hoagland and Elk
Run, while the Loyalsock is a mile lower down) is
sixteen miles, most of the way being up and down
the steep and rough mountain-sides.
The scenery is of a varied and wild character,
with now and then charming views along the
route. The first mountain encountered was so
precipitous as to necessitate our footing it. We
reached the top nearly tired out, and were wil-
ling to sit down and enjoy the distant landscape.
Away to the east, as far as the eye could reach,
hill after hill was seen densely covered with hem-
lock and spruce. isTow and then a clearing could
be observed, from which the blue smoke curled
aloft, indicating the whereabouts of the toiling
backwoodsman striving to convert the stony,
rugged wildwood into a productive farm.
Upon the way down the slope, we occasionally
encountered a rude farm-house, from which, dirty,
ragged children peeped coyly out upon the unusual
spectacle of a conveyance containing persons to
them unknown. The scantily-clad women ceased
from their labors in the potato-patches near the
huts, and leaned lazily upon their hoe-handles,
gazing stupidly at us until we passed out of sight.
Ugly dogs ran after the vehicle, barking their dis-
satisfaction at our intrusion upon their lonely do-
mains ; sheep scampered wildly down the road in
front of us, lashing their woolly, stubby tails and
kicking a cloud of dust in our faces ; crows flew,
screaming their fright, from the stumpy meadows,
and did not stop until the mountain beyond was
reached, where others joined the flock, taking up
the note of alarm, making the woods ring with
their abominable clatter; blue-jays flew from
tree to tree, setting our teeth on edge with their
file-saw notes, and hawks, soaring among the
clouds, sent down their disapproving screech at
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the intruding strangers. So we jogged along,
varying the entertainment with an occasional
walk of a mile or two, the team meantime floun-
dering among the stumps and bowlders with
which our pathway was obstructed. Three
o'clock found us at cross-roads, both leading, in
difterent directions, to the Loyalsock. This spot
is of some note, — to the fisherman, — because of
its marking the beginning of the Iloagland
branch, represented by a modest stream in the
meadow close by. In the fork of the roads is a
small storehouse-looking structure, with a rude
sio-n over the door, on which is written in uncer-
tain characters, —
We stopped and speculated upon the signifi-
cance of such a name, wondering what sort
of a pen it could be. Many theories were ad-
vanced, none of which exactly fitted the case,
bringing us to the reluctant conclusion that a
post-ofiice must have once existed here, under the
name of " Shunk," and that the "Pen" was in-
tended for an abbreviation of Pennsylvania. This
seemed to be the most satisfactory solution of the
problem, notwithstanding our inability to divine
a use for such an institution, unless under patron-
age of the sundrj^ wild animals and birds encoun-
terecl bj tlie way. However, '' Shunkpen" — as
we have since named it — was one of our object-
ive-points, consequently Hamlin and I took to
the stream, while Sanders and Preswick went
farther down, all agreeing to meet at Wilbur's,
four miles below, about dusk. The creek is small
at the point where we first struck it, but bounti-
fully stocked with small trout, — only now and then
a large one appearing. Two miles farther on,
the stream widens and deepens, displaying nu-
merous cascades, at the foot of which deep pools
are formed, where we were amply rewarded with
Our two companions were awaiting us when
we arrived at Wilbur's. Their creels were well
filled, and they were delighted with their after-
noon's work. We met upon a rude bridge that
crosses the creek near the Wilbur mansion, and
debated whether it would be best to seek supper
and lodging there or go four miles farther on,
to AYarburton's. The house was not attractive :
it was built of slabs; had an immense stone
chimney that looked as though it would tumble
through the roof upon the slightest encourage-
ment from any strolling zephyr. The gable-
ends had a few slabs missing, and the roof could
not strictly be called water-tight. The stable
was in even worse condition ; but the driver
having inspected it, — pushing against one corner,
— concluded it might stand until morning, if
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nothing nnforeseen happened. We therefore
shouted for the proprietor, who promptly pre-
sented himself, and from whom we elicited the
following replies :
" Can you furnish us with tea and lodging here
to-night ?" we inquired.
"Wal, maybe we ken; we've got two heds
aloft, ye ken hev, and I reckon the old 'omau
ken make ye tea, if ye likes."
" Have you hay for the horses ?"
" 'No, I hasn't no hay."
" Oats ?"
"N'o oats neither."
'' Straw ?"
"Kary a straw."
" What under the sun have you then tnat we
can feed our horses ?"
" Wal, I ken cut ye some grass; that's what I
" You have horses, then ?"
" No, not exactly ; but I keeps steers."
While this conversation was transpiring, San-
ders entered the house, and, having inspected it,
returned, reporting that we might possibly sur-
vive the night in the rickety concern, but that th.e
undertaking would be somewhat hazardous.
We finally concluded to accept the situation
rather than risk a ride over rough roads, through
the dark woods, to the retreat farther on. We
all entered the house therefore, deposited our
luggage, and then took seats upon the grass out-
side. The woman busied herself preparing the
tea that Preswick had ordered for the party,
durino^ which time he interviewed the man of the
" How came you here ?" he inquired.
" Same as you'uns ; fishin'."
" These your children ?"
'' IN'o, them boys are not mine ; them's hern."
" Your wife was a widow, then ?"
" S'pose so ; I cum here, found her without no
man, so I stayed ever since."
At this juncture the woman appeared at the
door and made the announcement, —
" Yer tea's cooked."
We promptly entered the domicile, seated our-
selves about tlie clothless table, when there, in
the centre, stood a pot of tea — and nothing else!
Preswick pushed himself from the table, look-
ing aghast at the spectacle of the lonely tea-pot;
and, with his eyes riveted upon it, inquired, —
" Gracious ! Have you nothinsc else?"
" Why, no. Ye said ye wanted tea. If ye'd
sed ye wanted bread too, I could a cooked ye's
Consternation was depicted on every face of
that hungry party at this astonishing announce-
" Have you nothing at all to eat in this house ?"
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" We heel our suppers afore niglit, and et up
all the bread, an' we hevn't been to Canton for
nothin' for nigh unto six months now; so's we're
purty much short ov eatin' truck," she replied.
There was nothing left us but to laugh over our
misfortune, which we did right heartily.
While sipping the execrable decoction of herbs
that she called tea, one of the party thought of
our forc^otten creels and the luncheons Geor2:e
had prepared in the morning. They were at once
brought in, the several packages spread upon the
bare table, exhibiting a supper the like of which
the poor woman probably never saw before, and
at Avhich she gazed with hungry and wistful eyes.
We ate our " fea," cracked jokes, spun yarns, then
retired to our former positions upon the grassy
sward for the evening smoke.
Our pipes finished, we re-entered the house, ask-
ing to be shown to bed, upon which the man took
the dingy lamp, directing us to follow him. This
we did, up a ladder, through a square hole in the
ceiling, to the mysterious regions above. Reach-
ing there, our beds were pointed out, — one upon
a clumsy, well-worn bedstead, the other, flat
upon the floor. The only lamp in the house was
left us, and then lots were drawn for the elevated
bed. The prize falling to Preswick and Sanders,
Hamlin and I took the one on the floor, in reach-
ing which he stepped upon an unsupported end
of a floor-board, and but for the timely assistance
of the rest of the party would have fallen upon
the cooking-stove in the lower apartment. He
was at once righted, however, and order and
quiet restored. Bivouacked upon straw beds,
sleep claimed us until awakened early in the
morning by the odor of frying pork. We rose
promptly at this prospect of a breakfast, secured
a footing upon the tilting boards, dressed, and
climbed down the ladder to perform our ablu-
tions at the well, outside.
The breakfast was a great surprise. It con-
sisted of fried salt pork, boiled potatoes, milk-
biscuit, and good butter. Upon inquiry as to
where these supplies came from, we ascertained
that the proprietor of the house had walked to
Warburton's the night before, laying in a suffi-
cient stock to furnish this lavish meal.
Our horses fed upon freshly-cut grass, the bill
paid, — a Godsend to the family, — we adjusted our
rods and entered the stream, distributing our-
selves at various points along its course.
The day was fair, the Avater clear and low, ne-
cessitating long casts and careful Avading to avoid
disturbing the pools.
Early in the season, the trout lie upon the rip-
ples, feeding upon the larvae of insects found
clinging to the stones of the creek, and are watch-
ing for any food that may be passing upon the
surface of the water. Then, they are taken very
readily, but little skill being required to keep
THE LOFALSOCK. 109
the flies in proper position upon the surfoce of
the swift current. In the latter part of June,
however (the time of our visit), the larger trout
are to be found in the lower portions of the deep
pools, where the water breaks over to form the
ripple or cascade, and are best taken by fishing
up the stream instead of down. By wading
through the swift water below, and casting a long
line-,, throwing the flies lightl}- upon the still
water above, this advantage is secured: being
in the rear of your game you are not so easily
seen, and are certain to fix your hook in the
upper jaw of the rising fish, and the firm hold
renders his escape less likely.
Being desirous of reaching Warburton's, our
headquarters, the team and baggage were sent
there, while all hands fished down-stream, reach-
ing our destination in time for dinner, with creels
showing a fair catch for a half-day casting with
Approaching the house, we saw Sanders com-
ing toward us with a magnificent trout struggling
within the folds of his landing-net. Reaching the
bank, he tossed it upon the ground before the
group of fishermen. It was a beauty, about six-
teen inches long, and floundered about until its
sides were covered with sand. To remove this
Sanders carried it to the creek for a wash. He
stooped down upon one knee, and, while looking
in our faces, detailing the fight made in landing
the fish, gave it two or three rinsings, when the
trout, with a flop, flew from the jolly fisherman's
hand, and, to his extreme mortification, swam
slowly but surely into the deep water of the pool.
The shout of merriment that greeted the fisher-
man's ears from the observers on the bank did
not soothe his feelings in the least.
" Great scutt ! who would have imagined he
could travel ofi' in that manner after lying upon
the bank so long !" was his quiet observation.
None of us knew precisely w^hat " great scutt"
meant when translated into English, but as that
was a choice expression of Sanders's, only used
upon extraordinary occasions, we concluded that
it had " a heap of feelin' in it."
This circumstance was not permitted to fade
from the memory of the individual most con-
cerned; whenever he came in view upon the
creek, during the expedition, his attention was
secured by a " toot ! toot !" w^hen the hailer would
stoop down and go through the motion of wash-
ing a fish, Sanders always turning his head to
seek consolation by industriously casting his flies.
The story reached his friends at home also, Avho
stoop toward the sidewalk to give him the mys-
tic signal as he passes along ; and to this day the
memory of it is not permitted to escape him as
did his glorious fish.
In the afternoon the party divided : Sanders
and Preswick fishing up the Hoagland, while
THE LOYALSOCK. HI
Hamlin and I resorted to Elk Kun, all agreeing
to meet by the dam, on the main creek, at dusk;
there to throw for larger game.
Elk Run proved to be as pretty a stream and
as full of trout as the lioagland, so that we met
at the rendezvous at the appointed time, boasting
of our success.
In the midst of our sport under the dam, where
large trout were rising to our flies, we were hailed
from the bank by a man seated in a two-horse
wagon. My name being called, I went ashore,
to meet an old patient, and an enthusiastic fish-
erman, in the person of Mr. Wm. Cooner, of
Watsontown, Avho drives yearly to these waters,
spending a month at Hillsgrove, at the house of
J. J. Saddler, four miles below, on the main
stream. He had heard of our arrival, and came
to carry us to his stopping-place for tea. A con-
sultation resulted in an acceptance of the invita-
tion, Mr. Cooner first having assured Preswick
that the "tea" should not be of the Wilbur order,
of the night before.
We were quickly driven to the spot, and supper
was at once announced.
Twelve merry fishermen occupied seats around
the table as guests of the genial Cooner. At one
end was a large platter of trout, fried beautifully
brown (the like of which I never before sat down
to), the pyramid of fish reaching at least a foot
above the white cloth. Mashed potatoes, flap-
jacks with maple syrup, white bread, sweet but-
ter, hot tea and coffee, were as bountifully sup-
plied. The host announced that he expected
every man to perform his duty. " This dish of
trout must be eaten," he said.
Keen appetites came to our aid, so that at the
end of two hours the feast Avas finished, and an
acknowledo-ment obtained from Mr. Cooner that
his instructions had been faithfully carried out,
while the guests were full of thankfulness and —
Then the party gathered upon the porch,
where pipes were lighted and stories told, until
the horses were driven to the front gate to carry
us to Warburton's. The night was a beautiful
one, our road lighted by the full moon, whose
bright round face could be seen through the
branches of the trees and reflected from the rip-
pling water of the creek.
By eleven o'clock our trout were all dressed
and upon ice and we in comfortable beds. In
the morning a good breakfast was served, after
which preparations were made for the return to
Forksville, some six miles up the Loyalsock
from Warburton's, offers great inducements for
fishing. Another stream enters the main one
there, at the mouth of which and upon both
branches, for miles above, abundance of trout
are caught. The country is wild, unsettled, and
THE LOYALSOCK. 113
extremely difficult to get out of, save by follow-
ing the beds of the creeks. A team can be driven
from Shunkpen or Warburton's to Forksville, in
a dense wilderness wild enough to satisfy any
lover of solitude, and where accommodations can
be had. Several smaller streams enter into the
North and South branches of the Loyalsock at
this point, all worthy of the fisherman's at-
Our creels being already full, and preparations
made for the return, the Forksville expedition
was relinquished for the present.
The creek looked so inviting in front of the
house that Preswick and I could not resist the
temptation to make a few casts while the rest of
the party were arranging the fish for transporta-
tion home. I reached the stream first, to find
the great broad rocks, whose flat tops just
emerged beyond the water's surface, wet and
slippery from the morning dew. Several slides
were made before a secure footing was obtained,
when, looking up the stream, I saw my com-
panion endeavoring to reach a similar rock. I
called to him to beware of its treacherous surface,
to which some response was made that was lost
in the rapid's roar. He made efforts at reaching
a rock near the centre of the pool, and I sent
another caution for carefulness.
'' All right; I'll not fall !" came back to me in
the roar of the cascade.
Presently a splash was heard behind, causing
me to look in Preswick's direction, to find him
standing in the middle of the pool, with water
running in rivulets from hair and finger-ends,
while he assumed the most comical attitudes in
endeavorins: to reach the bank before his catas-
trophe should be discovered. His hat and rod
were keeping company upon the rapid, both of
which I rescued as they came within reach, and
then sat down to join in the laugh over my
friend's untimely bath.
In a short time things w^ere righted, the wagon
loaded, and a start made on the homeward track.
We reached Canton in time for the 10.47 train
south, which brought us to Bodines at 11.36 the
Robert and Charles were on hand with the
boats and paddled us into camp ; the trout were
then sorted, wiped dry, packed m dry grass, and
forwarded to friends at home, arriving there,
as we afterward learned, the same night, in good
order. Our united catch amounted to over four
hundred trout, from six to sixteen inches in
length, so that our trip proved a very enjoyable
one, at a cost of seven dollars for team and driver,
four dollars at Wilbur's and six dollars at War-
burton's, in all seventeen dollars, to be divided
among four persons.
During our absence Robert and Charles had
reconstructed the ice-chest, covering it with sods
THE LOYALSOCK. 115
and ornamenting it with ferns until it was com-
pletely sheltered from the sun. The island point
was terraced to the water's edge, and a rustic
bridge built to join the point with the smaller
island in front. Over the bridge an arbor of
hemlock boughs was raised, enhancing the view
of the pond beyond. Large ferns were planted
at various points about the camp, and a wild-
flower bed, amply stocked with blooming plants,
made in the rear of the large tent. A rustic
reading-table stood in the place of the one made
of slabs, and the old bouquets were supplanted
by fresh ones.
In our usual chat about the camp-fire that
night, all agreed that the past two days were
brimful of pleasure. "We retired earlier than
usual, being tired from the day's work, soon fall-
ing into refreshing sleep, which was not inter-
rupted until the wood-robin, at the peep of da}',
began his welcoming carol to the morning sun.
Tioga, Kettle, Cross Forks, Young Woman, Pine, and Other
Gathered under the shade of the beech and
elm, we all sat one pleasant afternoon, trying to
arrange another expedition to some distant fish-
Hamlin favored " Kiffs," a mill-pond on the
head-waters of the Tioga River, to reach which
we quit the train at Alba, a few miles north of
Canton. A walk or ride of eight miles is then
necessary, over the Armenia Mountains, until we
strike the pond. Many times have Hamlin and
I visited this spot in years gone by, constructed
rafts which we paddled to the centre of the pond,
where, among stumps, dead trees, logs, and
other debris, we captured any quantity of ten- and
twelve-inch trout, on a worm ! The number
caught was only limited by our endurance. If
we could sit in the broilinsf sun from mornins:
until night, the trout secured could not be carried
from the raft by one person. They would not
rise to a fly, no matter how skilful the cast or
liow tempting the artificial device ; nothing but
OTHER STREAMS. HY
a worm would bring them from the depths below.
Hamlin, more patient with that sort of sport
than I, secured the most trout, while I amused
myself easting the % for frogs, with which the
pond abounded. I almost enticed the silent hsh-
erman from his solemn watch upon the raft when
once he discovered the rare sport I was having
with the large green frogs, that jumped at a
gaudy fly dangled before their noses. A big
fellow, snapping the fly within his monstrous
mouth, with a jerk, was flung high into the air,
where he spread out his arms and legs in the
most comical manner, then fell with a spat upon
the water, that knocked grunt and breath out of
him at the same time. J^ow and then one would
be tossed upon Hamlin's raft, blinking his great
yellow eyes and pawing vigorously at his lacerated
mouth, assuming the while such grotesque posi-
tions as to set the fisherman roaring with laughter.
In the evening we quitted the pond to cast the
fly in Tioga River, lying within a stone's throw
thereof. The river is smaller than Lycoming
Creek, but has many fine pools and rapids that
contain a reasonable number of trout. We have
taken many a pound trout and larger from its
bosom. A Mr. Kifl' has a saw-mill and dwellino:-
house near by, and will entertain any fishermen
who visit these waters.
" How long since you were there, Hamlin ?"
" ]N"ot since we all lodged in the barn, — four
" Oh, I remember that excursion well. You
got me to cover you all with hay, then left me
to shift for myself."
" Precisely ; but did not every one of us vol-
unteer to get up and cover you too, if you would
do the same by us afterward?" answered Hamlin.
" Which I agreed to do — in the morning, a,nd
every mother's son of you declined."
^' Well, we had a good time, any way, and
brought home lots of fish," said Sanders. " I
wonder whether we could do as well now?"
" I do not doubt it," Hamlin answered.
" We should have gone over into the Pine
Creek region before we came here," Preswick
urged. " I have never been over that ground
much, and should like to try it. I'm told excel-
lent fishing is to be found there."
" Yes ; that is Chandler's favorite ground.
He stops at Oleona, fishing mostly on Kettle
Creek," I said. " It is a beautiful stream, too,
— one of the finest in the country."
" How do you get there ?" Charles asked. '' I
have heard my Philadelpliia friends talk much
of that country."
" The best route for you, Charles, — coming
from Brooklyn or Philadelphia, — would be to
go to Westport, on the Philadelphia and ]Srie
llailwa3\ It is the first station beyond Renovo.
OTHER STREAMS. HO
There is a good hotel there, kept by John Kob-
bins, where you had better remain over-night.
A party of four persons should go, making tlic
expense much lighter. Take a small A tent, a
few canned meats, and a quantity of tea and
coffee. Other supplies, such as bread, butter,
and pork, can be had at the hotel. Mr. Robbins
will furnish you with a good team, and a driver
named ' Joe,' who knows every foot of the road,
as well as the best fishing-points. He is also a
fair cook, and carries with him frying-pan, coffee-
pot, and other necessary utensils for preparing
an out-door meal. With Joe and party start
early in the morning up the creek (the hotel
being at the mouth of Kettle Creek), and stop
at Trout Run, fifteen miles out, for dinner. You
will find a hotel there also, where a fair meal
can be had. After dinner drive to the mouth of
Cross Forks, seven miles farther on, and a fine
fishing-point. Charley Leonhardt keeps a neat
little hotel there, where you will find excellent
accommodations. One or two days can be spent
very profitably fishing on the Forks and Kettle.
You will reach the place in time for evening
fishing. Very fine trout are taken under the
dam on a fiy during May and June. You can
dismiss your team here if you choose, and en-
gage Joe to call for you upon an appointed day ;
but the best plan is to keep him and the team
along, enabling you to make excursions to the
1 20 HOD INKS.
various streams in the vicinity. lie can drive
you up Cross Forks, dropping two of the party
two miles away, and the others two miles beyond
them, when all can fish down to some point
jigreed upon, where Joe can have coffee made
and the tent pitched if rain is threatened, or for
your accommodation during the night, should
you decide to lie out. He will also clean and
l)ack your fish, making himself generally useful
and you very comfortable.
" When you have travelled over these creeks
to your satisfaction, drive to Oleona, nine miles
farther up the main creek. This is the point
where Ole Bull attempted to form a Norwegian
colony. The enterprise proved a failure, liow-
ever; but one of the original party remains, in
the person of Mr. Andreson, who was the original
secretary of the expedition. Mr. Burt Oleson,
who also resides here, is a clever, obliging gentle-
man, and an ardent fisherman. He will cheer-
fully impart information relative to the best fish-
ing-points in the vicinity. The only hotel is kept
neat and cleanly by Mr. Edgcomb, who sets an
excellent table, and is accommodating to all fish-
ermen who fall in his way.
" Ycm will now cast your flies on the main
stream and Little Kettle Creek, that enters at this
point. The country is very wild and rugged ; not
a house is seen for miles, as you fish up or down
the stream. Wild animals are constantly encoun-
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torcd. Door meet yoii on the Htrcarn uiid Ktjirc
you out of (^ouiitcnauce, and bears and wilrl-catH
Heram)>le out of the way as you pass alorji^:. No
more deli^^litful waters for fly-fisliiiig ean }>e found
in tlie State; tlje fisli are bountiful and of lar^e
size. Tfie ]ar^(%st trout are eaught early in May,
but good sport may be had at all times during
the fishing season. Young Woman's Creek, Slate
Run, Big and Little Pine Creeks, are all within
lialf a day drive from this point, to all of which
Joe will take you over tolerably good roads.
*'A week or more can be very pleasantly s|K;nt
in this region, by camping upon the streams,
having Joe to do the cooking, to drive you from
point to point, and to bring your milk, butter,
eggs, and bread from the hotels.
"The largest ii?ih only should be retained, as
you will capture far more tlian your necessities
require. The catches of the last few days of your
stay can be sent to tlje hotel, and kept upon ice
ready for transportation to your homes.
"■ The trip, for four persons, is not a very ex-
pensive one, even if you keep the team with you.
Driver and conveyance cost three dollars and fifty
cents per day. TJie liotels charge one dollar a
day for man or beast. ' A trip of one week, from
Westport and return, costs twenty-one dollars
for team and man, and forty-two dollars for sub-
sistence for the entire party, or afjout sixteen
dollars for each perfjon.
"• Germaiiia is live miles farther on, whence
Pine Creek and tributaries are easily reached.
A stage runs out from Oleona to that point every
other day. Usually, however, parties who desire
to visit these streams exclusivelv, come in from
the opposite direction, hiring a team at Wells-
boro', in Tioga County, the nearest railway
station. That place is most conveniently reached
from Elmira, by the Elmira and State Line Rail-
way, whence you can drive over the mountains,
nine miles, to Marsh Creek, which empties into
Big Pine, and is an excellent fly-stream. Tlience
on to Harrington's hotel, one mile above, on
the same stream. Good fishing will be found
here also, with superior accommodations at the
public-house named. Mr. Harrington is a cour-
teous old gentleman, who will perform any ser-
vice to make your stay agreeable and comfort-
able. From his hotel to old Hod Yermilyea's,
as he is familiarly called, is six miles. Before
reaching it, you cross two good trout-streams, at
two and a half and four miles out. A day or two
can be pleasantly spent at Yermilyea's, whence a
drive of six miles brings you to Ainsley's. Here
Big and Little Pine Creeks form a junction,
around which is perhaps the best fishing upon
these two famous streams. Ainsley keeps a very
good public-house, right at the forks of the two
creeks, and has a team that can be employed to
carry you to any point desired. Your own team
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can be dismissed, therefore, while you spend a
week or more casting over the delightful waters
of this region. Three miles above, you find Gen-
esee Forks, and a few miles beyond that, Cush-
ing's Creek, where you have reached the ultimate
point of the fly-fishing territory. Beyond, the
streams are too small, but are alive with the small
fry that stock the larger waters. I^Tow, if you
choose to follow up the trail and go over to Kettle
Creek, and the region already described, it is but
a seven miles drive from Ainsley's, or Pike Mills
Post-Oflice (as laid down on the map), to Ger-
mania. I have already made you familiar with
the country, from this point, clear through to
" But such an expedition is out of the question
now," Preswick said. " It is too late in the
season, and we do not want to go so far."
"True; I was only directing Charles how to
reach these grounds when he chooses to go. For
us, just now, it would be too long a jaunt, occupy-
ing more time than is allotted to the remainder
of our vacation."
"How would it do to go up Tim Gray's, — way
up above the splash dam ? That is close by, and
we can strike it even higher up by climbing
this mountain, through the gulley, opposite the
squire's dam," Sanders suggested. " It is but
two miles over by this route, and we can make
the trip easily in a day."
124 BOD I NFS.
" Sanders, you never seem to get enough of
Tim Gray's," Hamlin replied. " Why, you didn't
do a thing up there the other day."
"I know it; hut I didn't have a fair chance.
There are lots of fish there, if we can only strike
the stream at the right time. I'm willing to try it
again, or I will go with you up Pleasant Stream."
" I think our chances are much hetter for
Pleasant Stream," Hamlin observed ; " but I
presume we would encounter Shorty and a dozen
others floundering about there."
" It's a delightful stream to be upon, even if
we don't take a fish," Preswick answered. " Sup-
pose we get the squire to drive us above Craw-
ford's in the morning. We can fish down to the
main stream by noon, and there have a dinner
of steamed trout and tea. In the evening, we
can cast on the main stream, and be down at
camp in time for supper. I^oav, that would make
a pleasant day of it."
" Or let us drive up Bloody Pun, out to Cas-
cade, — only six miles away, over a splendid road.
Two of us can fish Salt Pun, in which there are
fine trout that never had a fly presented them
until I did it myself. The Pev. Father Dunn
captured one there weighing a pound and a half
one day last week. Then the other two of us can
go a little farther and try Wallace's Pun, which
flows in the opposite direction, emptying into
the Loyalsock. This, too, is a good stream, sel-
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dom visited by any but native fishermen. This
will be entirely new ground to us, and ofiers
that inducement, even should we catch but few
fish. John Bodine will drive us out and return
by moonlight, or we can take blankets and lodge
under the wagon should the fishing warrant a
longer stay. What do you say to that V I inquired.
" That sounds well,'^ Preswick said ; '' suppose
we try it ?"
This project was finally settled upon, all agree-
ing to breakfiist at five in the morning, and
to be in the wagon by six, ready fi)r the start.
Just as the council was concluded and we were
about to rise from the grass, an immense bou-
quet of wild-flowers came rattling through the
branches of the trees, falling mth a thump in
'' What in fury's that ?" Sanders exclaimed,
quickly rolling over, as from some imaginary
" Only a bunch of flowers," Preswick said,
picking them up and looking them over; "and
very pretty they are, too. Wonder where they
came from ?"
" I'll wager a cookie Williams is not far away,"
Hamlin suggested. " I know of no one that would
stop to gather such a quantity of flowers in this
locality hut he. Let's look him up."
At this he rose, went down the bank behind
the tent, and from there proclaimed, —
" Here he is ! I've treed him !"
" Break cover with lum !" '' Retrieve him !"
"Bring him in out of the wet!" and similar ex-
clamations greeted the announcement.
Soon Hamlin appeared, leading the tall, good-
looking Canandaiguan hy the ear, demanding
that he should give an account of himself.
" Well," he said, " I heard you were all down
here having a good time, so I came to see ahout
it. I got off at Ralston and walked down the
road, gathering those magnificent flowers I just
now tossed to you, and which you do not seem to
appreciate as cultivated gentlemen should, allow
me to observe. I never saw such a profusion of
wild-flowers in all my life as are covering the
mountain-side from Ralston to this camp ; why,
the rhododendrons are gorgeous ! exquisite ! Just
look at them ! Did you ever see anything half
as beautiful ?" And he held a fine cluster up
" Very pretty indeed, Williams," I said, '' hut
not as beautiful as the laurels, according to my
thinking; indeed, I never could understand why
people will go into ecstasies over the rhododen-
drons when the laurel-blossoms are so very much
prettier. Look at that cluster of laurel-buds, for
instance, and name a flower, if you can, possess-
ing so many lovely features. See how shell-like
those half-open buds are, with the delicate pink
dots upon their corrugated surfiiees. What a
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lovely blush the full flowers possess ! and how
admirably they harmonize with the dark-green
leaves and delicately- tinted buds ! Talk not to
me of rhododendrons when the charming laurels
are to be had."
" Well, I suppose I will have to compromise
with you, doctor, and call them all beautiful,
particularly as you seem to stand ready to be-
come their champion," he said. '' Have you ob-
served the wild geraniums and forget-me-nots
with which the wet, mossy rocks are covered ?"
" Yes ; our wild-flower bed by the tent yonder
contains specimens of all flowering plants to be
found in these wilds. That delicate little white
flower that grows npon a small running vine,
commonly called the ' partridge-berry,' is as
fra2:rant as the trailins: arbutus. I have taken
up a fine bed of it, which I mean to transfer to
the wild -flower department of my garden at
home. The trilliums, vetches, lupins, and the
endless varieties of ferns are particularly fine
here. You must remain in camp over night,
Williams, and accompany us up Bloody Run in
the morning, and I will show you flowers in
such profusion and beauty that you will feel
like remaining forever in the mossy little dells
that contain them."
" Thank you. Would like to remain, but the
truth is, I am such a poor sleeper that I'm afraid
I would have a restless \\\^\\t of it."
" I'll fix you, Mr. Williams," Charles responded,
" if 3'Ou will permit me, so that I will guarantee
you to sleep like a baby."
"No, indeed; but like one that has had its
bottle, or dose of soothing-syrup, and is tucked
away peacefully and contentedly for the night."
" Very good. If you will agree not to be
disturbed by my restlessness, I'll stay with you."
" All right, sir; I will make you a bed in the
back tent, upon a straw tick covered with a cot-
ton-filled comfortable, that will aflbrd you a
mattress so soft and yielding that, when I have
sponged you off and placed you upon it, I'm
sure we shall hear nothing of you until George
plays his reveille for breakfast."
" IN'ow, boys, that being disposed of, let us pre-
pare for the evening fishing. Here have we been
chatting the entire afternoon, until the creek is
already in shadow. Come, Williams, go with
us : we will show you where we have ' marked
down' several beauties that we shall be delighted
to see you capture."
" Excuse me, gentlemen ; if it is all the same
to you, I will take a walk along the mountain
and examine the flow^ers."
"You will never get him into the stream while
a flow^er can be seen upon the bank," Hamlin said ;
" so waste no time in urging him to go fishing, but
let us be ofiF ourselves."
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At this we took down our rods, and slung
the creels over our shoulders. Williams did the
same with his tin flower-box, and all started up
the stream, spending a most delightful evening
in visiting our favorite pools, and matching our
skill against the cunning of the old trout we
had pricked and lost upon previous trials.
At dark we answered to George's blasts upon
the horn, and were soon gathered about the sup-
per-table to hear Charles's graphic description
of how a deer came bounding through the camp-
grounds, passing between the two rear tents and
frightening George almost white, as it ran to-
ward him with hair bristling in the wrong direc-
tion and eyes glistening like balls of fire.
" I declar' to goodness," George added, after
listening to the recital, " I was afeared he was
a-goin' to bite me — shuah ; ho 'pearcd mighty
"Why didn't you try Mr. Hamlin's plan,
George, and catch him on a fly?" Robert in-
" Gwachious ! I was too much skeered, and glad
enuflT to see him skip out. He did run fearful
fast when I blowed de horn in his ear; he just
jumped clean over da hammick and was gone in
less'n no time."
" This point is a ' runway' for deer," Handin
explained ; " several have passed over it since
we have been camping here. Doubtless this one
had been chased by dogs, else would he not have
ventured so near the tents. They will run over
anything that comes in their way when fright-
ened, and will show fight if interfered with.
Lucky you got out of his way, George."
" Certin shuah, sah. I climes a tree when
The evening passed rapidly, while stories were
told around the camp-fire, the serenades of the
night-birds listened to, until ten o'clock reminded
us of our beds, and that we had better seek them,
so we might the earlier awake for the contem-
plated morning ride. Then the pipes were emp-
tied, the " good-nights" said, and all the campers
snugly tucked away by Charles, who wiped their
faces with that huge sponge of his, then glided
silently away to commune with the owls, return-
ing to bed no one knew how or when.
For Trout, Squirrels, Deer, and other Game.
Hamlin had raised a fish which in angling par-
lance is designated a "^buster"; he had spent a
large share of the morning in an eftbrt to entice
him from his secure retreat, under a leaning
beech by the long pool immediately above the
slope wall ; had even climbed up the beech, and,
sitting astride one of its limbs, peered into the
deep pool below to obtain a glimpse of the daring
fellow who created such a splash in carrying
away a fly and leader.
As I came around the turn in the creek, emero;-
ing from a clump of willows upon its bank, I
looked for the enthusiastic fisherman, and soon
discovered him upon the lofty perch, carefully
dangling his flies below. Now and then, I could
see a swirl in the water beneath, at which he
gave a vigorous jerk, tossing his flies among the
scraggly branches; then extricating them from
the entanglement, and himself from the tree, he
carefully descended, sat down upon the bank for
a few minutes, arose, entered the stream a short
distance above the trout's lair, and began a skil-
ful casting of the flies, but failed in securing any
response from the trout. Again and again he
tried to throw them under the overhanging limhs ;
but so low were they, that every effort failed.
He reeled up the line, stood in the water waist-
deep, looked anxiously toward the tree -top, and
meditated. I could almost hear his thoughts, —
his every motion and expression plainly indi-
cating that he was trying to solve the problem of
getting those flies where the old trout was lazily
rising to take the natural ones that flew against
the branches, and then fell, struggling helplessly,
into the pool.
My presence upon the scene had not been dis-
covered, so I sat down to await developments.
Suddenl}^ the fisherman looked about, gazed aloft
into another tree, then stood upon tiptoe, and
reached for a leaf that proved to be just beyond
his grasp ; and, as his hand swept by it, lost his
balance, almost falling into the water: straighten-
ing up again, shading his eyes with one hand, he
closely scrutinized the shore, making it evident
that he wanted something, but just what, I could
not divine. Finally his legs followed the direc-
tion of his gaze, and, taking a chip from the bank,
he carried it out to his former position, where he
again cast toward the tree-top, until his line be-
came of proper length, when he drew it toward
him and placed the leading fly upon the chip,
permitting it to float silently away with the cur-
rent. "A happy thought!" I mentally exclaimed,
and immediately rose to watch the result of that
little piece of strategy. I saw the chip gliding
among the twigs ; observed a gentle twitch that
dislodged the fly from its resting-place to bob
upon the water's surface. A splash, a strike, a
shrill rattle of the reel, and a whoop from the
fisherman told the success of the exploit : the wary
old trout was at last outwitted ; an artificial fly,
in a position where he had never seen one before,
fastened itself in his greedy jaw. I hastened to
render any assistance to disentangle him from the
submerged branches ; but, notwithstanding our
eftbrts to chase him below or to draw him above
this place, he persisted in remaining just where
he was, diving among the drooping boughs in
such a manner as to render the leader a hopeless
tangle. An effort to place the landing-net under
him failed, and giving a sudden, vindictive lurch,
he parted the tackle, and escaped.
To part company with a large trout after a few
minutes struggle for the mastery, is anything
but a delightful sensation ; to have the well-bent
rod suddenly straighten out, throwing the limp
and leaderless line into your face, sending a cold
chill down your spinal column, changing a. tri-
umphant tremor into a miserable disappointment,
is not an impression of an enjoyable character.
"All right, old fellow, I know you are there,
and will try you again some time," was Hamlin's
parting salutation, as we sauntered on down the
At the high bank, a stop was made, to cast
over the favorite ripple that runs along its base.
Cold springs are bubbling up from its bottom,
affording capital ground for large fish.
I was standing at the top of the rapid, while
Hamlin occupied the bank in front of a deep pool
where some drift-wood had lodged against a fallen
tree. He had made several casts without securing
a rise, and when just about to make a longer
throw, while his flies were still in the air, sud-
denly, from the depths of the pool, among the
flood-Avood, came an apparition that startled him,
causing his line to fall among the clover-tops be-
I looked in the direction indicated by his finger,
and there stood a buck, his head proudly erect,
staring at his astonished observer on the bank.
Hamlin, true to his nature, lifted the flies from
the grass, poised them in the air an instant, then
with a forward motion of the rod, at which the
deer made a bound for the opposite shore, pro-
jected them fairly upon his retreating back. A
hook fastened itself in his rump, at the prick of
which the deer made a few frantic plunges that
brought him upon the shore, with Hamlin scram-
bling along in his wake vainly endeavoring to dis-
engage the flies.
The buck, frightened into renewed eflbrts of
speed bj his sliouting pursuer (who loudly called
upon him to stop, declaring tluit he would be only
too glad to let him oft' if he would but wait a
moment), made astonishing strides down the
opposite shore, causing the reel to rattle as it
never did before, until every particle of line ex-
tended in a bright streak behind him, and snapped
like an electric spark, as he leaped over the wil-
lows into the thicket beyond !
The luckless fisherman held the stripped pole
in his hand, inspected it from tip to butt, then,
looking shyly toward me, exclaimed, —
"Well, confound him! he didn't get my reel,
"Why didn't you give him the butt?" I in-
" Gracious ! I gave him all my line and leader ;
I thought that enough for one time."
" If you could only have held him a little
longer, I might have had my landing-net under
" He landed himself ; that was my whole
trouble. Had he remained in the water, I could
have manao^ed him well enou2:h. But I never
had any experience with game jumping on shore
and skedaddling overland into the bushes before ;
consequently didn't know how to manage him.
Never mind, I know where he is !N^o, blamed
if I do, either; for the last I saw of him he went
over those willows yonder like a meteor, with
forty yards of most excellent line to lengthen out
his tail with. Well, let's ' mark him down' and
try another pool."
This propensity of Hamlin's for casting flies at
every living creature that came in his way be-
came a very fruitful cause of trouble to him. I
remember once, in passing through the woods.
Ills encountering an old rufted grouse, who dis-
played her maternal antics of lameness — flutter-
ing seemingly helpless wings — in order to lead
him from her young. He made a cast as usual,
catchins: her at the base of a wins;. The instant
she discovered herself fastened to something she
became exceedingly lively, scampering about in
every direction, while her captor tried to reel her
in. The line becoming very short, she darted
around the trunk of a tree a half-dozen times,
shivering the slender lancewood tip into frag-
ments, and then escaped with leader and flies.
Many have been the red squirrels hooked in the
same manner, when found swimming the stream.
One evening a large bat annoyed him by flying
about in his way ; he hooked it also, frightening
it into a tree-top with leader and flies, Avhere it
hung suspended, screaming and biting itself into
a frenzy that forl)ade any approach. The next
morning the indefatigable fisherman climbed the
tree to secure his line ; but when he reached the
bat there was a lively contention as to who should
possess the property ; for every time the line was
pulled upon, tlie bat flew at his pursuer, snapping
and biting in the most furious manner. Finally
the gan had to be brought to bear upon the
blood-thirsty little rascal before the line could be
Such incidents go to make up a full day in
camp, and are referred to, time and again, about
the camp-fire at night, are related to friends from
the city, who occasionally call, and afford merri-
ment at the club or about the whist-table during
long winter evenings.
As I look over my note-book, so many comical
situations of myself and friends crowd themselves
before me that I hardly can decide which to relate
and which to allow to remain within its sacred
leaves for the enjoyment only of the select coterie
of anglers who took part in them.
But we must not loiter by the way ; friends, a
bevy of ladies, have written us that they will arrive
in camp by the eleven o'clock train to-morrow to
partake of a trout dinner, necessitating the cap-
ture of a supply of that luscious fish, else will
their hopes and desires lead to disappointment.
Hamlin started toward camp for another line,
and I took to the stream in pursuit of the needed
trout. I^obly was my rod rewarded, for when
camp was reached, at dinner-time, eighteen beau-
ties graced my creel as a nucleus for the day's
catch. Hamlin, having repaired damages, ap-
peared at the same hour with a thirteen-incher
among other fine ones that he had succeeded in
The large one was a noble fish, fat and plump,
and was a trophy he had a right to be proud of, as
it was the largest trout that had yet been brought
to camp. As the fisherman settled himself in the
barrel-chair, pipe in mouth, with a challenge to
match him, his satisfaction was something to be
Charles, the Brooklynite, and Eobert, the
bookseller, were busy all the morning beautif3'ing
the camp for the reception of the ladies on the
morrow. The posts that supported the canopy
over the dining-hall were beautifully decorated
with hemlock boughs, ferns, and wild-flowers.
Wreaths of flow^ers were suspended in the large
tent, while festoons of laurels and rhododendrons
ornamented the one used as a parlor. Bouquets
occupied every available place, and the ground
was swept as clean as a parlor floor. Flags deco-
rated the eaves of all the tents, and waved from
their peaks, while the large one, bearing the ex-
pressive name of " Camp Don't-Care-a-Darn,"
floated gracefully upon the breeze from the
highest pine on the point. Right well had the
" committee on decorations" performed their duty,
and now they rested to inspect the catches of the
" committee on supplies," who had just entered
dripping from the creek.
" Doctor, it will never do to permit Hamlin to
show the largest fish to-morrow ; you must match
him," Robert urged.
" It can't be done/'" Charles replied.
"Lemonade for the crowd that it can," was
" With a stick in it?" Charles queried.
" Done !"
And then I was hustled off to win or lose the
As I entered the stream, Hamlin, who still oc-
cupied the chair, contentedly smoking his pipe,
shouted to me to return and help him hold the
stakes, but I passed on to try my skill on an old
fellow that had been "marked down" in the
In a short time I succeeded in hooking him,
and, from the strain on the rod, I judged him to
be a match for the one in camp, therefore I
shouted, bringing a delegation of campers to the
spot at once. He was landed, carried to camp,
and laid before the captor of the other fish, who
promptly declined to allow it as an equal. They
were placed side by side, and the last one mani-
festly fiiiled to reach the dimensions of his prede-
cessor by just one-quarter of an inch.
Robert tried hard to have it allowed as an equal
and the bet called a draw, that every fellow might
treat himself, but this was stoutly resisted by
Charles, who insisted upon another trial.
Hamlin was appealed to, but was immovable as
the everlastiiig hills. The trout did not come up
to the mark, and that was the end of it. Much
merriment and many witticisms v/ere indulged
in over the discussion. Robert, like Procrustes
of old, endeavored to stretch the trout, to make
it measure the thirteen inches, but Charles forced
the nose of the fish in the opposite direction.
Finally, I was sent out again, and the memory
of that afternoon will linger with me always ; for,
by a singular good fortune, I captured the largest
trout of that season.
Did you ever take a fifteen-inch trout with a del-
icate fly, upon a slender leader, and an elastic rod
weighing less than six ounces ? Did you ? Fun !
Shade of Izaak Walton, fun is no name for it!
Imagine a beautiful clear afternoon, with the
sun just preparing to sink behind the mountain
at your back ; a pool upon which no ripple shows,
save those that roll in gentle rings from bank to
bank as each succeeding step places you nearer
the mossy log lying half embosomed in the water
before you, and under which a trout is supposed
to lie. Carefully is the cast made, dropping the
flies but a few feet from the spot ; and, as you
recover the line, a whirl in the water announces
that your expected fish is there, but has missed
the fly. From the wake you determine him to
be a rouser, and stand almost motionless while
reeling in the line for another cast.
Throwing your flies through the air hack and
forth, until the required length of line has heen
again unreeled, the gossamer leader with its
downy flies shoots directly toward the log, and,
as the line uncoils, is launched in a straight line
immediately over the spot. The deceptive flies
settle upon the water softly, gently, without the
slightest splash to indicate their position. Sud-
denly the w^ater boils about them, sending a
thrill through your body and an involuntary
movement to your wrist, the dull thud, when the
strike is made, giving evidence that the game is
hooked and is one of the largest of its kind.
Instantly your reel is set whizzing as the fish
rushes madly up the pool, while every inch of
line is taken in his flight, when the terrific strain
upon the rod bends it pliantly from tip to butt;
and, feeling the stout resistance to his advance,
he leaps from the water, throwing the crystal
drops from his golden sides, wildly shaking his
head to free himself from the hook. You are
careful that he secures no slack, and cautiously
reel him toward you. At this he dives to the
bottom of the pool, remaining so motionles's that
you fear he has fastened the hook to a root or
stone and made good his escape. The thought
sends a cold chill through your frame, as you
carefully draw upon the line to ascertain whether
he has really fled. Soon, the steady pressure
brings him again to the surface, where he floun-
ders and dives to and fro in a manner that tests
the deUcate tackle to the utmost. Keeling him
near ^^ou, the landing-net is loosened from its
button on jour back and made ready for his re-
ception; but before yon can get it under the
sprightly fellow, away he goes again, far down the
pool, until he rests upon the very brink of the
foaming rapids. Your chances now of saving
the prize are precarious in the extreme ; and,
while the trout struggles and tugs to gain the
swift water and so elude your hold upon him,
the butt of the rod is advanced toward him that
he may have the full spring and so relieve the
strain upon his tender mouth ; then commences
a contest of skill at once in favor of the trout.
Oh, how he docs pull ! and when he shoots across
the rift the water hisses as it is cut hy the taut
line that throws it into beautiful, sparkling spray.
Again and again he breaks, leaping into the air,
causing you to shout like a Modoc at every jump.
Presently you succeed in securing a stone from
the bottom of the creek, which is hurled with all
your might below the place where the trout is
strusrerlino:, causins; him to dart like an arrow
directly up the stream, compelling a cpiickening
of your pace in the same direction as you reel in
the line as rapidly as your hasty steps will permit.
Now he attempts to reach a pile of flood-wood,
and sets your nerves tingling as he darts by, miss-
ing one of its projecting slabs by oidy an inch.
Then he tries to plunge under an old stump that
lies sprawling in the water, all of which praise-
woi'thy efforts you skilfully frustrate.
Presently he becomes tired, perhaps discour-
aged ; his plunges grow less frequent, his side-
long skips not so alarming, and then you are able
to reel him within reach of your landing-net once
more, where he lies upon the surface of the water
and gives up the contest. You carefully slip the
net under him and carry him gleefully to shore.
Then it is that the hills are made to ring with
your triumphant shouts that bring a like response
from friends in camp, who run to meet you as
you bear the trophy in. How you enjoy the tri-
umph as the campers comment upon the beauty
of the fish ! and with what joy you relate the in-
cidents of his capture, while they all stand gazing
upon his glittering sides 1
Hamlin graciously acknowledged the defeat
when he saw the splendid trout floundering in
the net that Robert carried toward him.
" Go to the head and stay there, doctor," was
his quick reply. " I did not believe there was
another trout like that between here and the
slope wall, — he is a buster, that's a fact. Hold
still, let us measure him !"
" Fifteen inches plump, by George !" he ex-
claimed, as he rose from applying the rule.
In the evening the squire, who had heard of the
capture, paddled up to camp, bringing scales to
take the fish's weight, which he announced to he
" One pound and five ounces !"
This Avould not he considered a large fish in
the Adirondack or Maine woods region, hut upon
a mountain-stream, where fishermen are almost
as abundant as the trout they seek to capture,
such an one is not to he sneezed at.
We laid the splendid fellow out upon one of
the camp-stools, spread out his bifurcated tail,
extended his golden fins, and then traced his
comely proportions with pen and ink, adding the
vermilion spots, sketching his beautiful head,
and dottins; the Grover & Baker stitch that ex-
tended from gills to tail along the centre of his
silver sides. Under him was lettered his length,
w^eight, and date of capture ; the stool thus em-
bellished has remained one of the choice pieces
of furniture in the camp from that day.
Ladies, Babies, and Jim Crow.
We were up briglit and early, that camp might
be placed in the best of order for our expected
visitors. After breakfast Robert and Charles
made excursions up the mountain-road for fresh
flowers. George scoured the tin-ware, washed
tlie table-cloth and spread it upon the line to dry.
Hamlin arrayed himself in his best clothes,
put on a white shirt, hung a bright tin plate
against the beech to do duty as a mirror, and pro-
ceeded to scrape his face with a razor. Thad Jr.
visited a farm-house near by for spring chickens
and a fresh supply of milk; while George and I
busied ourselves in preparing the dinner. By
eleven o'clock our arrangements were complete,
and we paddled the three boats down the pond
to bring up the party. We were at the station
but a few minutes when the whistle of the loco-
motive announced the approach of the train, and
as it came gliding around the curve, white hand-
kerchiefs were fluttering from the windows of the
car containing the merry excursionists.
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Two short whistles from the engine signaled
for the application of the air-brakes, Avhich were
promptly applied, causing an involuntary obei-
sance of the ladies, and throwing their gentlemen
escorts into a huddle by the car door. Imme-
diately baskets, gentlemen, and ladies presented
themselves in regular order upon the platform,
and were speedily helped to the ground. Before
the campers had an opportunity to make the usual
salutations of "How do you do?" — "Glad to
see you" — "Fine day," etc., every member of that
visiting party laughed immoderately, poked all
sorts of fun at our attire, and blandly inquired
whether dinner was ready. We tried to organize
them into a quiet group that Charles might read
the Avelcoming speech, that had been beautifully
engrossed with charcoal, upon fourteen sheets of
Harry- Green's best brown wrapping-paper, tied
artistically with marline at the corners. But
speech-making was out of the question to that
noisy, merrj^, hungry party, so we directed the
way to the boats by the old mill, and embarked
them all safely upon the beautiful pond that led
to the camp. The day was a perfect one, and the
pond upon its good behavior, not a ripple disturb-
ing the reflection of its charming surroundings.
All the adjectives expressive of beauty or pleas-
ure in the vocabulary were freely indulged in by
the ladies, and emphasized by the gentlemen.
Songs were sung, witty comments made, until
the old hills rang with the merriment of the jolly
As we neared the camp, Hamlin ran up the
flag to the top of the pine, and exploded a dimin-
utive fire-cracker as a salute. George was run-
ning about as busy as a bee, while his neat white
jacket and apron intensified the blackness of his
happy face. Jim Crow sat upon his perch, plumed
his jet wings, and cawed a welcoming note. Amid
merry greetings, laughter, and cheers, the party
safely landed, and were conducted to the parlor-
tent to deposit baggage and lay off' superfluous
Avraps. Scarcely had this been done ere George
flailed his big frying-pan with an iron spoon, sum-
moning the party to dinner.
The table had been ingeniously extended by
Robert and Charles, neatly covered with a white
cloth, and literally loaded with the good things
that came in the numerous baskets of the vis-
itors. Loaves of cake, jars of preserves, dishes
of head-cheese, pressed chicken, boiled tongue,
deviled ham, baskets of berries, moulds of
" Aviggle," crates of green peas and beans,
bunch.es of fragrant onions, clusters of black
Hamburg grapes, bread, biscuit, crackers, and
numerous other and indescribable gastronomic
delicacies adorned the table, toppled upon the
camp-chests, hung suspended from the limbs of
trees, and sat everywhere upon the ground.
These added to George's fried trout, broiled
spring chickens, mashed potatoes, stewed toma-
toes, green peas, and excellent coffee, made a din-
ner calculated to satisfy the cravings of any reas-
onable or discriminating stomach. That dinner,
with its loaves and fishes, was heroically attacked,
— the hungry party satisfied, leaving the historical
number of baskets remaining, from which the
campers feasted to the end of the season.
After dinner, excursions were made to various
localities for flowers and ferns ; the baskets re-
turning loaded with choice plants intended for
transplantation in ferneries at home. Great
bundles of laurels and rhododendrons were col-
lected, behind which the fair gatherers could
scarcely be seen as they carried them exultingly
to camp. Boat-rides were indulged in upon the
pond, walks taken up the creek, berries gathered
by the way, bird-nests hunted for, laurel-roots
secured, barefooted paddlings in the creek re-
sorted to, until all became weary, late in the
afternoon, from their incessant frolics, when they
settled themselves into a group under the beech
and elm for a rest before tea. Charles, ever on
the alert to render some one more comfortable,
took his sponge from its peg upon the tree, washed
it thoroughly in the cool water of the creek, then
wiped the face of every lady in camp, much to
their amusement and comfort. The group was
having a royal time chatting, punning, singing,
and louno^ino: under the i2:rand old trees, until a
modest little garter-snake came twining his way
gracefully through the grass, putting some of the
ladies to flight as quickly as though a crocodile
had sought a luncheon among them. The hand-
some fellow was picked up hy one courageous
girl, laid away upon moss in the hottom of a glass
jar, and carried home to ornament and enliven
her fernery, where I saw it the following winter,
as happy and contented as though in his native
wilds, sporting in interminable summer.
'' Ugh, see that ugly bug !" exclaimed one of
the sensitive ones, as she gathered her skirts about
her and retreated toward the tent.
Charles picked it up, followed her, and pro-
ceeded to deliver a lecture upon its beauty of
color and form, and sprightliness of action, con-
vincinsT her at last that it was not such a dread-
ful creature after all.
" Dear ! Oh, me ! see that caterpillar coming
this way ! Why, I should think the bugs would set
you wild down here, — they're perfectly horrid !"
said another scamperer for the tent.
" The buo-s are not more numerous here than
at home," Charles observed. "Every flower, every
plant in your garden has its vexatious little para-
site. I have seen hump-backed caterpillars per-
form their little trapeze acts overhead while
swinging themselves gracefully within an inch of
your nose, just as that fellow will do in a moment,
now above your head. Great sprawling spiders
hop dextrousl y across your path, and escape to
the nearest tree, from which to spin the webs
that smear 3- our face with dew in the mornino^
walk. Green worms fall from the leaves above
your head, vying with each other in attempts to
drop upon your neck, where they play hide-and-
seek up and down your spine. Many-legged
worms go scampering about when the book is
lifted from the arbor-table; and while reading,
big black ants, w^inged and wingless, straggle
over your hands, balance themselves on your
hair, and, tickling your neck, you give them a flirt
with pocket-handkerchief as you depart in dis-
gust to the house. Microscopic flies dart into
your eyes when riding, nearly blinding you with
their acrid secretion. Flies light upon your fel-
low's ears, scrambling over his bald head when
at meals, while cockroaches tumble into the jam.
Midges, those little vexatious imps of Satan,
thrust their needle-pointed proboscides into your
skin, and drink your blood unseen. When you
w^rite, all sorts of moths and bugs dart at your
light, then fall crippled and wingless upon the
table, to dash across the paper and dot the i's for
you as they go. By night mosquitoes fly through
the screened windows, singing their diabolical
tunes in your ears, making you w^eary wdth bran-
dishing pillow or towel; and, as you sink ex-
hausted upon the bed, pierce your quivering flesh
with their blood-thirsty bills, then depart to the
outer darkness singing tlieir hallelujahs to the
waiting hosts to come; yet you call this place
' buggy' !"
" Come here, quick !" Robert cried, from the
point of the island, where he stood with a snare
in hand. " Come here, ladies, and I'll show you
how to catch a sucker."
Several drew near to watch Robert work the
loop of the snare over the head of a monstrous
fish that was lazily poking about in the deep
water under the bank. At the proper moment
the jerk was made, landing the astonished sucker
flopping and wiggling at the feet of the specta-
tors. The wire was readjusted for another victim,
and while it was being moved toward the uncon-
scious fish, a large water-snake came swimming
toward the point with a chub in his mouth. The
loop was immediately transferred to the new-
comer, when he was landed upon shore likewise,
still holdino: the struo-o-liiio; fish in his mouth. At
sight of him the ladies all screamed and scam-
pered, of course, while the gentlemen drew near
to see how Robert would remove the snare from
his forbidding catch.
The ladies loudly demanded the Idlling of the
reptile, and peeped through the folds of the tent
to see what disposition w^as being made of him.
" Shall I knock his head off, ladies ?" Charles
" Yes ! Oh, do !" came back in chorus.
Charles went to the tent, secured a hirge fire-
cracker, which he thrust down the reptile's throat,
allowing the fuse to protrude from his mouth.
This was lighted, and his snakeship permitted to
go free. He made directly up the slope toward
tlie tent, at which there was another stampede.
The fuse sparkled and spit fire, at which the snake
blinked his eyes and seemed surprised. He held
his head well up, however, travelling along, seem-
ing quite content with his freedom. The sparks
grew more numerous and brilliant, at which he
turned his course toward the creek, thinking
doubtless that he would reach the water and
" put himself out."
Before his design could be carried into execu-
tion, however, he reached that climax himself,
for the cracker exploded with a loud report, re-
sulting in his complete decapitation.
Tea w^as now announced to be in readiness, and
all arranged themselves about the table with
renewed appetites. Jollity reigned supreme, —
jokes, pranks, and merry laughter interspersed
the meal. This completed, the flowers and ferns
were prepared for the homeward trip ; after which
came the embarkation upon the pond, and the
merry trip to the station amid the loud notes of
the whip-poor-wills. Arriving there, it was an-
nounced that a w^reck had occurred somewhere
down the road, in consequence of which the train
would be delayed, no one knew how many hours.
A return to the camp was therefore recom-
mended, with an offer of the large tent for the
ladies' use, if they w^ould remain all night. They
concluded, however, to go to Squire Bodine's,
across the way, and there rest until the helated
train should arrive. Ten o'clock came, \^dth no
news from the train. Mrs. Bodine kindly offered
beds to the ladies, that they might retire and rest ;
but this offer was declined, as the train might
come at any minute. The family therefore went
to bed, leaving the lower part of the house in
possession of the rioters. And such a rumpus as
that party kept up until broad daylight may be
imagined, but, Mrs. Bodine declares, never can
One of the ladies thought it necessary to apolo-
gize to the hostess in the morning for the confu-
sion that occurred during the night.
" Indeed, I tried my best to keep them quiet,
Mrs. Bodine," she said, " but they would not
"Just so," was the reply; '^ now that I hear
your voice, I recognize it as the noisiest one in
the crowd last night."
This declaration elicited a shout from the
party, and- suspended further negotiations for
When the campers came down to the station
in the morning, they were surprised to see the
excursionists still there. Breakfast was eaten in
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the farm-liouse, and all were assembled at tlie sta-
tion, awaiting the coming of the train, which was
reported to be on the way.
At kist it did come, and the party Avas shipped
to anxious friends at home, from whom humor-
ous bulletins were received during the day, offer-
ing fVibulous rewards for the discovery of the
vrhereabouts and safe return of its members to
their waiting families. And so ended a very
pleasant visit from as happy a bevy of ladies as
ever invaded a camp.
The next train brought wife and children. A
separate tent Avas provided for them, and the
youngsters given free run of the grounds.
I have seen men happy in the Avoods, but their
abandon is not to be compared to that of the
eight- and ten-year olds. They ran after butter-
flies, chased the squirrels, set traps for Avood-
chucks, fl.shed for suckers, built dams, tumbled
in the Avater, constructed OA^ens in the sand,
and duo* out the kins-flshers' nests in the bank.
A busier lot of little mortals, from early morn-
ing until late at night, Avas never seen. Skins
grcAv broAvn, appetites quickened, and little bellies
rounded, as the days flcAV b}^, bringing health and
happiness to accompany their play.
At night they were laid snugly aAvay in rude
beds, where they slept more soundly than in their
own at home. Baby, too, enjoyed the change,
groAving strong and chubby from her out-door life.
One night only, did she disturb the camp, as she
had a riG:ht to do when sufferino; from coUc. Our
haby is at the interesting age in which they are
most prone to that troublesome complaint; and
why all babies are made up with that exasper-
ating accompaniment is a mystery beyond my
ken. They all have it, though, crying, screaming,
and kicking like fury, until you are driven to the
verge of desperation, seeking means of relieving
the pain and accompanying turmoil.
Having a doctor in the house, we are spared
the usual procedure of seeking him elsewhere;
but the colic is just as bad as though his abiding-
place were as remote as other folks' physician.
ISow, I must confess, I never did know precisely
what to do with a baby in colic, particular!}^ when
that baby was my own ; although in my quiet
moments, in the retirement of my study, I can
give a visiting mother capital advice upon the
management of a colicky infant, — provided she
comes unaccompanied by the unfortunate child.
But the moment that scream reaches your ear,
and the upturned heels of the baby perchance
carom upon your nose, while mother, aunty, and
grandma are administering peppermint, pare-
goric, catnip tea, camphor water, and hot fomen-
tations, you become so confused and perplexed
with the excitement incident to the occasion that
you are in doubt whether any further interfer-
ence in the case can be of the slightest avail, or
whether, in fact, any room could be found in
baby's stomach (or anywhere about its person,
for that matter) admissible of any scientific at-
tack upon the malady.
Then, how wondrously strange it is that all
babies should have a special hour for this gymnas-
tic exercise ! I say all, because fathers agree, with
remarkable unanimity, that four o'clock, ante-me-
ridian, is the precise moment of the attack. Why
it could not as well occur at four, post-meridian,
or even at ten, is a question worthy the serious
consideration of the gynaecological society.
That early hour in the morning is always cer-
tain to catch a fellow napping, when to turn him
out in search of the paregoric bottle (which by
an unaccountable oversight is left in some incon-
venient nook in the dining-room, in stumbling
toward which his unprotected ankles come in
collision with sundry projecting rockers that
abrade the cuticle, bringing tears to his eyes and
psalms to his lips) is anything but a desirable
diversion. Sometimes the experiment of rocking
the baby in bed is attempted, the anxious mother
converting her person into a cradle, bobbing up
and down upon the spring-bed like a rubber
ball. This soothing process acts admirably upon
the child, but is slightly perplexing to the sleepy
father. It tends to shatter his confidence in the
law of gravitation, particularly when the mother
of the child is of considerably more pounds
avoirdupois than he is, which circumstance pro-
duces a strange effect from the rocking process ;
for when they go down, somehow he goes up,
and the uncertainty of alighting always in the
same spot is so noteworthy, as to establish in his
mind more thoughts of his own comfort and
safety than for that of the blessed baby.
" Oh, papa, papa, see here what a funny mouse
I've caught !" exclaimed Fritz, running toward
me, holding a small, wiggling animal by the tail.
" See what a funny nose he's got, — looks like a
China-aster on the end of it." Then turning to-
ward his older brother, he added, —
" Just lookee here. Way; isn't this a boss nose,
though ? Golly ! guess he can smell lots when he
The two boys sat upon the sand plotting a des-
tiny for their newly-found acquisition (a star-
nosed mole). Fritz thought he would be safer in
a fruit-jar, while Way suggested the building of a
" Oh, gracious !" Fritz said. "When we get him
home we'll put him in the cage with the canary.
I'll just bet he'll make it lively. Won't he stir
the old bird up, though ? You better believe he
"Let's see what Jim Crow will say to him,"
Way suggested; then, tied the mole to a stick by
the tail, and held him aloft for the inspection of
Jim did not fancy the squirming, wriggling
animal, and stepped gravely to the far end of his
perch as the hoys moved it toward him. The
mole was hrought nearer and nearer his face, at
which Jim set up a wild cry of terror, smnging
under his perch by one foot and striking at the
mole with the other, now and then flopping a
wing at it with a force sufficient to annihilate the
little animal. At last the mole grasped the crow
upon the back, held on desperately with his flip-
pers and claws, at which Jim gave sundry fright-
ened screeches, and flew from the perch carrying
the mole with him. The string which held the
animal slipped from the tail, leaving him to
scramble over the terrified crow, throwing liim
into most wonderful contortions of body, and
eliciting some very queer sounds of disapproval
at the proceeding. At this the boys screamed
with merriment, which only frightened the crow
the more, until in one of his gymnastic feats in
mid-air he tumbled to the ground, leaving the
poor mole to escape under the loose sand.
Jim is a queer bird, and has furnished the
boys endless amusement. The odd manoeuvres
to which he is addicted challenge our respect for
his intelligence, if not our entire approval of his
pranks. He came to us at a tender age, when
quite incapable of supporting himself; indeed,
he had not yet been weaned, and his affectionate
mother parted from him mth great demonstra-
tions of grief. Jim, however, did not seem to
share in the apprehensions of his anxious parent,
but came to us gleefully, particularly when we
offered him a living " shiner" as a retainer, and
which, we regret to chronicle, he swallowed with-
out the least compunction of conscience. His
favorite position is upon a perch that looks in
upon our dining-room, where he watches for an
opportunity to pilfer from the table when George's
back is turned.
One day he tried to unravel the mystery of the
construction of Fritz's straw hat, and from the
fragments strewn around I concluded his success
to be something remarkable. lie is a great lover
of curiosities, — a regular connoisseur, in fact, in
his admiration for oddities. Near him lay the
baby's last doll, with one of its beautiful blue
eyes ruthlessly picked from its socket, while a
ghastly rent in its square abdomen, from which
the sawdust was falling, exhibited his desire for
a knowledge of anatomy. On the rough bark of
a tree he fastened a particle of meat, saved from
his last repast, which he intently watched ; and,
as the large black ants attempted to make their
way toward it, he adroitly made cripples of them
all, while he watched their bobbing about with
the satisfaction of a manufacturer of apparatus
for the deformed. Jim soon became installed
the favorite of the camp. He was talked to and
petted like a precocious child. When camp was
broken, he was the most conspicuous object, as he
sat perched upon the load of baggage that floated
down the pond upon the flatboat. He enjoyed
the long ride home, soon became familiar with
his new quarters, but at last succumbed to his own
indiscretion. Poor Jim ! we sorrow for him even
now, as we look from our study window and see
his vacant perch, where three short months ago
he afforded us amusement and entertainment by
his comical antics. Such a versatile and intelli-
gent creature was he that I doubt not ere this, if
his capabilities are properly appreciated, he has
become a blackfaced chimpanzee, or perhaps a
Congo baby, according to the Darwinian theory.
But wherever Jim may be located in the spirit
world, or whatever his metamorphosis, he is
wished a genuine success, while his tail-feathers
are carefully retained in affectionate memory of
the jolliest and funniest of crows.
A CHAT WITH CHARLES.
On Dyspepsia, Horseback, and Philosophy.
^' I'm afraid that dinner was too much for me,"
Charles remarked, after lighting his cigar and
mounting the hammock. ' ' I wish I could eat as
other folks do, without suffering from it after-
'' Well, it is a trial to be a dyspeptic, — a con-
stant trial. You are sick if you eat, and eat if
you are sick, and for the life of you cannot tell
under which formula you are best-conditioned.
Let your diet be strictly after the Graham bis-
cuit and mush order (stuff no more digestible
than so much sand, I desire to observe), and your
head, in company with your stomach, will ache
like fury all next day. Partake of terrapin and
champagne for supper to appease your famish-
ing appetite, and quite as likely as not you will
feel like a fighting- cock for a week to come,
only to be thrown into a headache at the very
next attempt of that sort. So you are perplexed
and annoyed to determine when and what to
eat. When a fellow is quite as much sick when he
'takes care of himself (living upon starvation
diet, partaking of oatmeal, beef tea, and similar
slops) as when he goes in for a real hearty dinner
of roast beef and accessories, what in the name
of common sense is he to do ? It is a trite say-
ing, but somewhat applicable in this case, — 'You
might as well die for a sheep as a lamb,' and
surely why not?
" The trials of the dyspeptic are sometimes
funny as well as distressing. It is amusing to see
him sit in his easy-chair after a moderate supper,
feel his pulse, and every time his heart gives a
skip, his eyes give a blink, his thoughts a sum-
mersault, and his tongue an expression which be-
comes intelligible in ' heart disease.' Every
time that heart skips its owner does likewise,
until he brings up in the physician's office and
at once demands an examination of that mys-
terious organ. He tells the doctor he knows he
has ' heart disease' ; and if he has, he don't want
to be told so, but to keep it sort of quiet, — to
himself, as it were. When the physician declares
it to be only a functional disturbance, the result
of indigestion, he does not believe a word of it,
but goes straightway home, makes his will, gives^
a few parting instructions to his wife, then seeks
his bed, but sits bolt upright, with fingers upon
his pulse, calmly awaiting his end. But it never
comes ! Then he resorts to digitalis, — takes from
ten to fifteen drops twice a day, until his heart
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becomes so slow and confoundedly regular as to
be monotonous, not to say annoying. lie there-
fore concludes to hurry it up a trifle with a stim-
ulant, because he does not want it to stop entirely,
you know. Takes brandy, — tastes good — touches
the spot, — has some more ; and wakes up in the
morning with a pain in his stomach and a worse
one in his head. Suddenly a twinge under his
shoulder manifests itself That smacks of con-
sumption, and forthwith he has his lungs exam-
ined : cod-liver oil three times daily is at once
recommended. In a day or two, in prospecting
for new symptoms, a pain is struck in the small
of his back, — that hints at Bright's disease, and
argues loudly for a microscopic examination of
the secretions : therefore citrate of potash and
lemon-juice must be taken. Scarcely are these
pains analyzed and classified ere an ache has been
developed under the short ribs, — ' liver complaint'
is at once suggested, and pellets of podophyllin
indulged in nightly. A day or two after, his legs
and back keep company in an awful ache every
time a refreshing blast of air sweeps through his
apartment : plainly, this is a cold, and that it
may not ' settle on his lungs,' ginger tea and an
alcohol sweat is imperatively demanded. So he
fumes and sweats for a day or two longer, when
an ailing neighbor, who has just been relieved
(or thinks he has, which is much the same, after
all) of a ninety-feet tape-worm, drops in for a
lively chat. This brings him to the inevitable, —
a tape-worm, and that is the sum of all misery.
To have three or four hundred feet of that jointed,
squirming creature fastened on to the mucous
membrane of his entire alimentary canal is a
condition not to be tolerated for an instant;
therefore pumpkin-seed tea and castor oil is
swallowed in heroic and oft-repeated doses, until
two of him is required to cast a decent shadow.
As the remedies increase so do the ' symptoms,'
until it becomes far easier to enumerate the aches
and pains that are not apparent than those that
" These are a few of the trials and perplexities
that beset the way of the dyspeptic. They are
mournful, yet comical, but always render the pos-
sessor entitled to the sympathy and indulgence
of his friends. The dyspeptic is an unmitigated
nuisance in society, but never tell him so; poor
fellow, he is about as miserable as he can be.
While you enjoy your hearty meal, he sits by and
nibbles at a Graham cracker or sips oatmeal por-
ridge. While you are constructing rings from
your fragrant Havana, he bolts for fresh air and
some digester for his frugal meal. Well, what
of it ? Oh, nothing in particular ; only if a vast
majority of dyspeptics would cease from drink-
ing slops and chewing dry, hard, unnourishable
crackers and the like, and eat three wholesome
but moderate meals a day, consisting of rare
A CHAT WITH CHARLES. 1G5
roast-beef, eggs, milk, and other nourishing
foods, they would be much better off and have
fewer reasons for complaint. It is my deliberate
opinion that a stomach that can digest oatmeal,
cracked wheat, Graham mush, and like irritating
and senseless stuff, can far more easily dispose of
the more nutritious foods mentioned, because of
their being infinitely easier of digestion and as-
similation. In a word, cease making your stom-
ach a receptacle for slops, and begin the eating
of wholesome food, at seasonable hours and in
" Why, I supposed that oatmeal and Graham
mush made the best sort of a diet for dyspeptics ;
consequently I indulged in them very freely when,
in former years, I was closely confined to business
and a bad stomach. But I broke down completely
at last, and had to resort to out-door exercise. I
went to Long Beach, rowed in a boat, trolled for
bluefish, and sailed in the bay until I could eat
almost anything Captain Bond placed upon his
table; and I do believe, now that you mention it,
starvation diet of oatmeal and so forth did as
much as anything to use me up."
" How much of your time did you give to the
bank during every day, Charles ?"
"For just seventeen years I devoted fifteen
hours every day to the work on my desk, resting
but one hour in the middle of the day for a
^'And after your strength gave way, your
stomach refusing to perform its function longer,
tried to render it contented on gritty slops, eh?"
" That is what I did ; under medical advice,
though. IS'ow, what would you have prescribed
under the circumstances ?"
" Precisely what you were sensible enough to
adopt yourself. Out-door exercise and consider-
ably less work at the desk. If the season was
unfavorable for camping out, then I should have
recommended horseback exercise; one that seems
to have been provided on purpose for those suf-
fering from indigestion. Very numerous have
been the devices and inventions of man to afford
his fellow the requisite amount of exercise to
keep him physically sound. So many people
nowadays strive to live by their wits, — using
their brains more than they do their hands and
legs, — that we have degenerated into a nation of
dyspeptics, which circumstance has called forth
the inventive genius of the brain-workers for the
production of machinery that will afford us that
exercise of muscle without which humanity can-
not be run to its possible attainments, and be free
from the pains and aches for the subjugation of
which the army of doctors is yearly employed.
" These inventions have taken form in the
' health-lifts,' pocket gymnasiums, dumb-bells,
Indian-clubs, and a multiplicity of other contriv-
ances, none of which can at all equal a half-hour
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engagement witli a buck-saw, or a morning walk
of a mile or so.
" To make gymnastics effective, they must
shape themselves toward some definite object to
be attained, beyond the single one of securing
simply and solely the exercise. When a man
takes hold of the handles of a lifting-machine and
pulls until he is blue in the face, and then fondly
imagines he has been benefiting his muscular sys-
tem, he is grossly mistaken, — nothing of the kind
has been done. Indeed, I have seen more injury
result from tliat sort of thing than good. Exercise,
to be beneficial, should be conducted in the open
air, where proper artcrialization of the blood is
induced through the pure oxygen taken in at the
lungs, which should be correspondingly stimu-
lated to action with that of the nmscular system.
Then you have immediate repair of the waste
which naturally occurs from muscular activity.
'' Nothing so fully meets the requirements of
a sluggish circulation, weak digestion, and Habby,
inactive muscles as horseback-riding. All the in-
ventive talent of the brain-workers in the universe
combined is not equal to the production of a ma-
chine that will so thoroughly exercise and shake
up every muscle and organ entering into the con-
struction of physical man as a good square ride
for a mile or two upon a trotting horse ! Try it
just once and see ! Start out some bright spring
morning, when the air is pure and clear, when
all nature is struggling to reveal her charms, and
so entice you to the trial and to an observation
of her budding beauties. Ride to the nearest hill-
top, and when you reach the level i)lain beyond,
venture upon a burst of speed to try the qualities
of your trotter. He will enjoy it, never fear,
and cause you to bob about upon that saddle like
a jumping-jack on a stick. Come in at the end
of an hour, and take an inventory of your pains,
aches, and sore places. If there exists a square
inch anywhere upon the surface of your body,
from your glutei maximi, up or down, that fails to
bring a report of duty well performed, as indicated
by tenderness to touch ; or if you do not realize
that the construction of your body is wonderful,
not to say peculiar, in the multiplicity of its
organs that before were undiscovered by you,
then has your ride been a miserable failure, else
are you not in need of manual labor or exercise.
" The first time I took this prescription myself
I was prepared to dispute the best works upon
anatomy and physiology extant, and could show
to any man given to investigations of this char-
acter some queer features in my own anatomical
development. Mounting one of my trotting
steeds, I essayed the even road of the driving-
park, to the end that the first attempt might be
smooth and easy of accomplishment.
" I started on a brisk trot. The mare had been
there before, and thought speed was required of
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her on that particular occasion, and the little
beast surpassed my wildest expectations of her
capabilities in that direction. At the quarter
pole, I was convinced that ray upper jaw was
constructed to close upon the under one, instead
of vice versa; that the left lung was suspended
from my shoulder-blade by a slender cord, that
snapped a second later and let the w^hole con-
founded thing fall into my belly. At the half-
mile, the liver, stomach, and other viscera had
settled into the saddle, so that every time I sat
down upon them it did seem as though they
would be crowded into my boots. At the three-
quarter pole, I became conscious of chafing the
saddle fearfully, w^hile the perspiration ran in
rivulets down my back, until it reached what
Shorty calls the ' crupper-bone,' where it bifur-
cated and passed down each leg into my boots,
while my face, in color, resembled the setting
sun. Hot ! Goodness ! a boiled lobster was no
circumstance to my heated condition ! But as I
came down that home-stretch, I was amazed at
the incomprehensible manner in which my legs
and arms were swivelled to my body. Legs, that
aforetime had done good service upon many a
trout-stream, now dangled helplessly on either
side of the saddle, while the liberated stirrups
flailed the steed to greater efforts of speed. Arms
played up and down helplessly, obeying every
motion of the animal, while my spine seemed
distorted into an anterior-posterior curvature, that
brought my head on a level with the watch-
pocket. At this juncture, thanks to a kind friend,
the wild flight of the gallant mare was arrested
and I was carefully lifted to the ground. To this
day I cannot for the life of me determine how
that confounded saddle touched every available
spot of my body. Every nmscle was tangled
with its neighbor, every organ unshipped, and for
the remainder of the week my meals were taken
from the buffet, in silence, and standing. But
that very ride made a convert of me, for I found
that if exercise was what was needed I got it, —
lots of it, too; and knowing what I do about
that style of gymnastics, I unhesitatingly recom-
mend the trotting horse as the only successful
exercising-machine in existence, answering all
the requirements of the dyspeptic.
" When you come to try it, get up in the morn-
ing and dress for the occasion, with heavy flan-
nels to absorb perspiration ; jacket, stout trousers,
long boots, and a light silk cap. Take breakfast
before starting, — never ride with an empty stom-
ach; then mount your horse, and take it mod-
erately. Ride a trotter if you would secure the
full advantage of horseback exercise. After an
hour dismount, and subject yourself to a good
rubbing with a crash towel, and change your
flannels for fresh and dry ones. After a week
you will be able to take long excursions to the
A CHAT WITH CHARLES. I7I
liills, and enjoy the pure, clear air and glorious
sunshine, while now and then you may stop to
admire the landscape, or pluck some wild-flowers
to adorn your desk at the office. Have a com-
panion go with you, if possible, for then is the
pleasure enhanced many fold. Ride every morn-
ing, rain or shine, if you would have the full
benefit of this prescription. So many sit upon a
cushioned chair, bewailing their lame and sore
condition after a hard day's ride, that it becomes
difficult to get them out again. The treatment
must be continuous that its efficacy may reach
the maximum degree. I^o matter how stormy,
cold, or hot it may be, or how little you feel like
undertaking it, do not miss your morning ride
under any circumstances. A half-hour in the
saddle will put to flight all unpleasant reflections ;
the sore places will not be felt ; and if you are
suitably protected with rubber clothing, you will
be surprised to see how very enjoyable even a
ride in the rain is. Chandler and I had both fol-
lowed up horseback-riding most faithfully until
the day we arrived in this camp. We can testify
to its efficacy in our improved digestion, and to
its pleasures by asserting that we mean to resume
it again upon the first morning that we reach
" Does your life here in camp do you as much
good as your horseback exercise ?"
" Yes ; I think it does. It is the relief from
17 2 BODINES.
office-work, the complete abandonment of all
business cares, and the devotion of your time to
pleasant pursuits, that aid you in procuring the
needed rest and assist the stomach to resume its
function. Then, you perceive, we walk many
miles every da}^, while the constant throwing of
the flies gives ample exercise to arms, wrists, and
" I think there's something in the air here that
increases the appetite. I seem to grow hungry
the moment I strike this island."
"Doubtless you do, Charles. Although you
walk over considerable territory every day in
Brooklyn, and have thrown ofl:'the cares of busi-
ness like a wise man, now that you can aflbrd so
to do, yet you lack the fresh balsamic air of the
mountains to put health and vigor in your step
and an appetite in the stomach. There is some-
thing very exhilarating and appetizing in this
" That is very evident," he replied ; then con-
tinued, " I do not wonder that the primitive man
lived to be several hundred years old. He abode in
tents then, as we are doing here in camp. Lived
upon fish and game captured by his own prowess,
attbrding food and fascinating exercise at one and
the same time. He was not confined within-doors,
in furnace-heated apartments, for eight months
in the year, nor troubled and perplexed how to
meet a note in bank or satisfy a mortgage on his
A CHAT WITH CHARLES. 1Y3
homestead ; neither did he sit still, in a cramped
position over a desk, until his tingers and brain
became weary with toil, while his stomach refused
to digest the hastily-eaten meal. Not he. Fortu-
nately for him, his habits and wants were far more
simple. To be sure, now and then he seemed to
be imbued with a desire for a little exciting ex-
ercise, and, instead of swinging an Indian-club
above his head for an hour or two, he would
simply grasp the jawbone of an ass and knock the
heads off a few hundred persons one fine morn-
ing before breakfast. That, you must admit, is
exercising one's muscle to some purpose ; there's
a spirit in it that I like ; it betokens strength of
muscle, a quick eye, and a strong jawbone. I
don't wonder, now I think of it, that those prim-
itive chaps flourished to so great an age. They
must have had a real jolly life of it, and supped
the while on the fat of the land. Don't you thmk
we would live longer and be happier if we aban-
doned our houses and dwelt in the woods, as they
"Live longer and more healthfully, doubtless;
but as to happiness, I cannot say. A civilized
life is full of pleasure, you know, Charles, even
if it is a short one. After all, I think we attain
as great an age as did our ancestors, when we
lake into consideration our means of travel, the
telegraph, telephone, phonograph, and the num-
erous and increasing scientific inventions that are
174 BO DINES.
daily multiplying to annihilate time and space.
Then the pleasures obtained from the arts, litera-
ture, and our social intercourse, perhaps more
than compensate for the years stricken from our
" Well, I- don't know about that. I was at the
Zoological Garden before I left home, and over-
heard a seedy-looking chap make this observa-
tion, while intently gazing at the giraffe, —
" '■ Lord, Bob ! wouldn't you like to have a neck
like that when you take your whisky cocktail ?
Glory ! you'd get a taste of it such a long ways
'' That remark amused me, and is somewhat
applicable to this case. I wonder whether I
wouldn't like to live longer, feel better, and know
less ! I think I might enjoy myself here, in these
comfortable quarters, for an indefinite period,
particularly if I could catch as many trout as
you skilled fly-fishermen do."
" Your contentment would not be lasting,
Charles. It is the keen pursuit of business, or
the arduous and perplexing calling of the pro-
fessional man, that renders the perfect enjoyment
of such a rest as this possible and desirable.
Could we remain here for a year, I doubt not we
would be heartily tired of it, and never care to
cast a fly nor see a camp again, l^o ; as we are
apt to seek our opposites in temperament for
companions, so do we seek rest, recreation, and
^^^ CHAT WITH CHARLES. I75
pleasure in descending from the haunts and cus-
toms of civilization to those of primitive man.
I have philosophized some over that peculiar
trait in our nature, trying to analyze it ; the near-
est approach to a solution I can reach is, that we
are living under a constant restraint; we are
forced into decorum and good deportment he-
cause of the conventionalities of society; we are
polite, urhane, and graceful to our fellows he-
cause of the rigid training we have received from
our parents and others. I really do not helieve
our present status is a natural one. Were not a
strict watch and training kept over us, I douht
not we would gradually gravitate to the customs
and hahits of the aborigines. Therefore, in
coming to these wilds, throwing off the restraints
of society, we hut follow a natural inclination ;
hence the satisfaction in its gratification."
" I suspect you're right. I notice the natives
here care but little for trout-fishing when it can-
not be made remunerative, but get much pleasure
from a visit to the city, whence we have just
escaped with so much thankfulness. How fortu-
nate it is we do not all have the same desires or
inclinations ! I sometimes think, even now, there
are too many bankers in existence, while you
doubtless think the same of doctors. Bless me,
what a time we would have if every youngster
should choose one or the other of these pursuits."
'' I conclude (following up your argument to
its natural termination) that yoii consiaer men
honest and law-abidino; throuo:h fear of social
ostracism or of the prison."
** Precisely. I know that is not a popular view
to take of the case, but here in the woods, we can
express our opinions somewhat freely. I think
two-thirds of the human species are kept in
abeyance — forced to respect the dictates of polite
society — through fear of suffering socially or phys-
ically. But I'm not quite sure to which circum-
stance the credit of a peaceful and law-abiding
community belongs : whether it is by reason of
man's susceptibility to spiritual impressions, caus-
ing his gradual advancement toward refinement,
or from the wise administration of wholesome
laws. But of one thing we are sure : set him
loose in the woods where all restraint is removed,
and he will be as happy as a lark."
"What the deuce have you fellows found to
talk about in this lively manner for the past two
hours?" Hamlin inquired, as he emerged from
the tent, where he had been taking a nap since
dinner. " Every time I woke, I heard you still
chatting away in the most animated strain."
" Come, it must be time to go up-stream," he
continued. " Tliad went some time ago. I've
got a rouser marked down, and want to see you
" Charles, Hamlin is the only fisherman I ever
met that can look up a fine trout, and wait for a
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friend to come and pick him out. Last season, he
waited at the high bank two hours for me to
cast for a pounder that he had raised there.
When I came upon the scene, he pointed out the
spot and insisted upon my capturing him, which
I did to his evident delight and satisfaction.
I must confess tliat to do an act of this kind
requires considerable self-sacrifice, although in
his case it seems to be a downright pleasure."
" While you are gone," said Charles, " guess
I'll get in another back-log for the camp-fire to-
night. The large one Robert and I hustled up
the bank the other day is nearly burned in two."
" All right, Charles ; if you enjoy that sort of
fun, may good luck attend your endeavors. We
will not be in until late, so do not hurry supper."
Rifle-Practice — Thunder-Storm — A Puppy — Poetry — And a
^' Rain ! rain ! rain ! Will it never stop ?"
Hamlin queried, as he stood at the flies of the
tent gazing heavenward to catch a glimpse of the
fleeting clouds. " This is the fourth day of the
confounded storm, and I'm growing tired of it.
The creek will be bank-full by morning, and then
no more fishing for three days to come. This is
the most contemptible weather we have ever en-
countered here," he added, and seated himself in
the barrel chair, covered his legs with a robe, and
placed his feet upon the top of the underground
fnrnace, while vexation appeared upon every line
of his face.
" What can we do to-day ? I'm tired of read-
"Suppose we set a trap for the woodchuck ;
burn down the old stub ; catch a flying-squirrel ;
deodorize a skunk; or sit out upon the bank
and watch the thunder-storm play upon the tops
of the mountains ; no end of sport for such a day
as this," was suggested.
RAINY DAYS. I79
"Let's trap the woodchuck."
" Agreed !"
A steel trap was set in the entrance to the ani-
mal's residence; the chain fastened to a stake,
all traces of which were carefully concealed by a
sprinkling of sand, and then we retired to await
In the mean time, our clerical friend (who had
arrived in the morning, to take the place of a
camper called home) desired to try his skill with
a rifle. Accordingly, he took position on the
hank while I went above and tossed empty beer-
bottles into the rapid. As they went bobbing by
him, he knocked their necks ofi:", sinking them
to the bottom. After a dozen or so had been
broken in this manner, he requested that one be
placed on a stick, one hundred and fifty paces
away. This done, he deliberately knocked that
bottle into a cocked hat, then coolly inquired, —
" How's that ?"
" Well done, sir ; think we can match you
against Dr. Carver if you continue shooting in
'^ Oh, that's nothing extraordinary ; I can do
better than that. See the blackbird on the tree-
top, yonder ?''
" I do. Can't hit him, can you ?"
Crack went the rifle and down came the bird,
body first, head following.
" That will do, sir ; I see you can shoot as ac-
curately with a rifle as with your sermons. ITow,
I must see you cast a fly, and if you do it as well,
I can promise you fine sport to-day, notwithstand-
ing the rain ; for see, the creek is not yet roiled
much, and by going up Pleasant Stream we shall
probably find it entirely clear, for no cultivated
grounds lie along its banks to shed their muddy
water into the creek."
'^ Very good ; I will accompany you."
John Bodine w^as at once summoned to bring
horses and wagon up the mountain-road, while
we made ready for the trip. The lunch-box on
my creel was provisioned, the tea-kettle strung
upon its strap, the tea and sugar pouches replen-
ished ; then, with capes over our shoulders and
rods in hand, we climbed the otter-slide and path
beyond to the mountain-road. There we found
John in waiting, who soon carried us to Hunter's
mill and left us.
The stream was clear but high, and the trout
sufficiently plenty to afford considerable sport, so
that we fished down the stream to its mouth,
there making a halt for dinner. Wood was gath-
ered, dry kindlings whittled from a fragment of
board found under a sheltering bank, but when
I came to apply the match, behold ! my match-
box was filled with water ! I had waded so deep
as to have submerged it. I called to the preacher
for the article needed, when he felt in his trous-
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ers-pockets, held up his box and poured the
water from it also. This was a provoking state
of affairs for two hungry men in need of a din-
ner. My companion volunteered to go to a farm-
house near by and bring some matches, while 1
prepared the trout for the roast. Soon after his
departure the sun shone out, quickly drying the
rocks, upon which I spread the wet matches. In
a few minutes they were quite dry, enabling me
to light the tire. After a while the preacher re-
turned, appearing upon the opposite bank with a
broad smile upon his face.
" What tickles you?" I inquired.
" My interview with the woman at the house,"
he replied; tlien entering the stream to cross
over to where I stood, gained the middle, stood
still to laugh ; in doing which he lost his foot-
hold in the swift water, cutting his merriment
short and bringing himself stumbling upon the
shore. He then stood his rod against a bush,
unhooked his creel, hung it upon a stub, and
seated himself to finish the interrupted laugh.
" Do tell me what is the fun ?"
" When I knocked at the door of the house,
out yonder," he replied, " a woman answered my
signal, looking quite frightened the moment she
had a glimpse of me. She was about to shut the
door in my face, when I quickly made my wants
known. At this, she shyly reopened the door,
looked at me from head to foot, then went laugh-
ingly to supply my wants. Taking some matches
from a clock, she handed them to me, and smil-
ingly said, —
" 'When I heard you talk, I thought you were
a gentleman ; hut when I saw your pants, I didn't
" Now what do you honestly think, — had I
better swap my trousers for another pair or face
it out ?"
" Well, I do not wonder the poor woman took
you for a tramp after inspecting those breeches ;
for a worse-looking pair is not often encountered
on these streams. I really believe Shorty, even,
would take fright at them and give you the cold
" Well, how is dinner progressing ? I see your
fire has settled into a fine bed of coals."
" The water is boiling, ready for tea-making;
the trout will be done in just five minutes ; I will
put the tea in to steep while you spread our
lunch upon the flat stones I have arranged upon
the log there; and if you want to cook those egg^
you are holding in your hands, just wrap each
one in several thicknesses of newspaper, wet
thoroughly, and cover in the hot coals ; let them
remain from three to five minutes, and they will
be done soft or hard, as you like."
The clouds were now gathering in threaten-
ing blackness ; the thunder rolling and reverber-
ating among the mountain-peaks urging us to the
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repast if we would have it dry. Consequently
the trout were at once taken from the coals, ex-
cellently done ; the eggs ditto, while the tea was
strong and steaming hot. We set the pot in the
creek to cool while we sampled the fish. They
proved to he unapproachahle as a savory morsel,
eliciting our approbation of the process of cook-
ing for the hundredth time at least. While we
were eating, the great black clouds came rolling
over the mountain, and the zigzag flashes of
lightning blinded us with dazzling brightness.
I^oarer and nearer came the storm that seemed
to ascend the mountain from the opposite side,
then rolled into the valley, an interminable
mass of swirling blackness. A terrific peal of
thunder burst above our heads, and, before it
rolled away, echoing from hill to hill, another
followed with increased fury, adding its terri-
ble crash and roar to that of the approaching
storm. We saw the great trees upon the moun-
tains bending under the wiiid that snapped the
limbs from the willows and laid the alders pros-
trate on the bank. Then the rain fell in torrents,
cutting the leaves from the trees to be driven far
down the valley before the furious wind. Soon,
the rain reached the creek, lashing it into a boil-
ing mass, that seemed like liquid fire under the
illumination of the vivid lightning. It was now
almost as dark as night ; and, as we stood by the
creek, shielded from the rain by our rubber capes,
the scene was one to be enjoyed or feared, in ac-
cordance with the mood of the spectator. We
looked silently on, watching the storm as it swept
down the valley toward the camp. Flash after
flash of lightning led the way, while most terrific
thunder crashed in quick succession.
" Oh, how that w^ould have stirred up Dixey !"
I remarked, as a tremendous thunderbolt burst
just above our camp-grounds.
"Why, does he dread the lightning?" my
" Dread it ! That word but feebly expresses
his sentiments toward an entertainment of this
character. I doubt whether he can frame a sen-
tence himself expressive of his feelings upon an
occasion like this. Last season, he and another
camper were lively competitors for the possession
of a large Saratoga trunk in which we brought
our bedclothes to camp. Every thunder-storm
found one or the other of them inside the trunk,
the lid closed, and respiration rendered possible
through the key-hole. Dixey, I think, occupied
that apartment the often er, while his friend
sought safety in bed, with a pillow over his face.
" One day, we were both fishing on the main
creek below here, when a storm like this burst
suddenly upon us. It :ame furiously down the
valley, and was what Fritz calls a ' clipper.' I
was below Dixey, saw it first, and made for a
shelter behind a clump of bushes, out of the way
''The lightning struck a tree close by, and its terrific crash caused him to
bound into the air." [Page 185.]
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of tall trees. While there, T saw Dixey coming
down the railroad track on a keen run, doins: his
level best to reach camp — and the Saratoga — in
advance of the storm. His line was unreeled,
flies driven by the wind before him, hat rolling
like a hoop between the raik, face pale as death,
but with an expression betokening a determina-
tion to outrun that storm if he lived. When he
reached a position immediately opposite where I
was seated, the lightning struck a tree close by,
and its terrific crash caused him to bound into the
air, then, looking behind, as if to be certain he was
all there, he gave expression to one single but
expressive word, ' R-r-r-^/> r as he bounded over
the fence into the ineadow and ran like a deer
for the camp. I hailed him, but he never stopped,
only shouted (a word between every jump),
' Bring — my — hat !' and in an instant was out of
" Dixey and friend had another competitor for
their favorite resort during a thunder-storm in
my dog Zip. Zip was even more frightened than
they, jumping for the tent upon the slightest in-
dication of alarm upon the part of the gentle-
" Why, have you a dog in camp ?"
" Oh, yes," I said, seating myself by my com-
panion upon the log, the storm having passed
down the valley, leaving a faint indication of
coming light in the western sky. " Yes ; I have
a puppy, a thoroughbred, that knows a thing or
two; having a fine action, good nose, and irre-
pressible tongue. He's technically called a ' set-
ter,' but why is past finding out ; for a more
restless creature could not well be found ; I doubt
whether he was ever seen ' setting' for tw^o con-
secutive minutes since he was born. Before we
left home, he was found swinging upon the clothes-
reel in the back yard, having fastened his teeth
in a finely-embroidered garment of some sort,
which he succeeded in tearing into shreds, while
he grunted, growled, and barked in very ecstasy
of delight, until Laura, the maid, interrupted his
hilarity with a broom-stick. That piece of em-
broidery, consisting of a pair of very short arms
and a yoke, cost me, I was vexatiously informed,
the sum of fifteen dollars ; and seeing that pup
swinging himself, and the alacrity with which he
took a fresh hold every time a ribbon of it came
away in his mouth, induced me to believe it was
worth the money, the spectacle somewhat as-
suaging my grief at the cost of the fun. He
then ate, or in some other mysterious manner
caused to disappear, the baby's best dress, only
a small portion of the lace which entered into
its composition having yet been recovered; he
was next observed in attempting a luncheon off
my patent-leather boots ; only succeeding, how-
ever, in tearing the legs from them ; further
demolition was suspended by a well-directed
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boot-jack, that sent him with a ki yi to his
kennel. One day, affairs culminated; for upon
entering my usually happy domicile, a storm
was noticed to be brewing; indeed, I thought
a change in the atmosphere apparent when a
block away; but when my better-half met me
upon the threshold with lire in her eye, a de-
termined expression of countenance, finding re-
lief in these words, '■ That puppy is a perfect
abomination, and you must chain him or take him
from these premises,' it was plain she meant
every word of it. I therefore unhesitatingly sent
for the necessary chain and collar before ventur-
ing to inquire what new deviltry he had been in-
dulging in. It gradually leaked out that Zip had
been viewing himself in the parlor mirror, and
while engaged in that commendable occupation
knocked over and broke two vases, carried their
fragments to the yard, and when discovered, was
industriously engaged in burying them among
the choicest flowers, performing the work so
clumsily as to totally wreck several fine gera-
niums in the operation. After this exjDloit, he
deliberately walked into the kitchen, and, when
Laura's back was turned, jumped with his muddy
feet into the basket of clean clothes, and snuggled
down for a quiet snooze. He was dislodged, it
might be well enough to state; the means em-
plo^^ed not being so unnatural, under the circum-
stances : it was accomplished with a hot iron
lodged directly upon his back, and accompanied
with a wild wail of indignation from the maid ;
upon this he left, right speedily too, I inferred,
if the light of glass that lay shattered upon the
floor might be accepted as evidence of the fact.
Well, I chained him ; but that procedure was far
from satisfactor}', for he howled, barked, and
raised the very old Harry generally. Thrice daily,
when at my meals, was I forced to leave the table
to apply the necessary chastisement that secured
quietness for the rest of the time. In the night,
boots, slippers, canes, and other convenient ar-
ticles were thrown at him from my bedroom
window, intended to persuade him that howling
was not the best occupation to engage in. This
scheme succeeded in so far that when he again
essayed a howl, it would be cut short in a sort of
grunt, as he peered aloft to see wdiat manner of
missile w^as coming from the window next, and
to speculate upon the possibility of dodging it.
He is more afraid of the crack of a dog-whip
than he would be to have a cooking-stove hurled
at his head. Of this circumstance I took advan-
tage, and entered into an arrangement to deceive
the knowing pup. I procured a package of tor-
pedoes, which I placed on my window-sill upon
retiring at night. When Zip barked, bang went
a torpedo near his head, sending him to his ken-
nel without further cefemony. There would he
remain for a while, until he thought the coast
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clear, then lie would stalk cautiously out, peer
into tlie moonlight, and venture upon a mild sort
of a howl, just to see what would come of it,
being careful to keep his head pointed toward the
kennel door. Another torpedo thrown, sent him
speedily within, as before. After this, when poor
Zip so far forgot himself as to indulge in a bark,
he waited for no invitation, but dived for his hid-
ing-place with an alacrity that left me master of
the situation. I really admire that pup ; the
female portion of the household abhor him ; the
children love him; and the neighbors — well, they
damn him ; and so the matter rests at present,
while Zip is rusticating wdth us. But you can be
assured of one thing : w^hen I buy another pup
he will be at least two years old and well broken.
That torpedo experiment is what induced the
fear of thunder; he doubtless thinks torpedoes
of an improved pattern are being hurled at him,
and he interprets it as an invitation to hunt
cover, which he accordingly does in the spright-
" There comes another storm ; I hear it rum-
bling beyond the mountain," my clerical friend
observed. " I see, too, the creek is rising and
growing quite muddy. I suppose this ends our
fishing, so we might as well take the road and go
This suggestion was at once acted upon, bring-
ing us to our quarters just as the rain struck us.
As Ave neared the grounds, we heard HamUn
singing in the large tent, so we stopped in the
dining-hall to listen.
This is what we heard :
"The poets sing
(And sudl}^ out of tune),
Of birds and flowers
And random showers
That come in the month of June.
'• Confound their song !
I hold they're wrong
And cra-zy as a screaming loon,
AVhen they try to tell
Of the weather spell
We'll have in the month of June.
" My friend and I
Did hither hie
To spend at least a moon,
In catching trout
When the sun shone out,
In the pleasant month of June.
" To throw the fly
Under a rainless sky
Is indeed the fisherman's boon ;
Now, I shiver and shake.
And bones all ache ;
Confound your month of June I
" I hope and pray
For clouds to stray
To other quarters soon,
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And relieve two chaps,
With all their traps,
From this cold and drizzly June."
" My sentiments exactly !" Charles exclaimed,
as he approached us from the point with a string
of monstrous suckers in his hand. " I found the
creek coming up, and thought we had better
lay in a stock of fish as a matter of precaution
^' Halloo ! got back already ?" Hamlin in-
quired, addressing us from the flies of the tent.
" Ay; and heard your ode to the weather."
" Fine thing ; ran out of words to rhyme Avith
June, or I might have done the subject justice
and continued the song indefinitely. As it is, it
only faintly foreshadows what I might accomplish
if some fellow furnished the words. But say,
did it rain anywhere you happened to be ?"
" Well, yes ; a little. Any here ?"
" Oh, no; some dew fell awhile ago, — nothing
to speak of, however."
'' Thunder any ?"
'' I really can't tell for certain ; I didn't go out-
side to see, and there was so much confounded
noise aloft I couldn't tell."
" Did you catch the woodchuck?"
'' No ; gracious ! I forgot him."
" Let's go see !"
Arriving at the hole, we found the chain car-
ried inside, and was taut against the stake. A
pull on it satisfied us of the presence of the fel-
low at the other end, but all efforts at dislodging
him by pulling, failed. George was therefore
summoned with a shovel to enlarge the aperture,
when the animal was s-oon unearthed. He was
not a handsome fellow. I doubt whether any
lady would have selected him for a pet, as he
squatted upon the mound, lashing his short tail
upon the ground, gnashing his long, yellow teeth,
and scratching dirt into our eyes, in his frantic
efforts to escape. He was at last secured, con-
veyed to camp, and chained to a sapling, where
the taming process was to be instituted. Charles
at once essayed the role of wild-animal tamer;
but after a week of most patient endeavor, only
succeeded in getting near enough to pitch clover
to him from a long, forked stick, while his drink
was squirted at him from a force-pump ; the little,
ferocious beast sitting upon his haunches, biting,
snapping, and looking for an opportunity to grab
his trainer by the leg.
"• Unchain and let him go, Charles ; he will
bite some one yet."
" Think I can't, eh ? I'll show you."
He took the long, crotched stick, placed it
about the animal's neck, and pinned the snarling
rascal to the bank, when he loosened the strap
from his neck and let him go. His first move
was an eiFort to catch Charles by the leg, seeing
which the pole was brought about with a sweep
that sent him sprawling into the creek.
*' There, take that^ you ungrateful little wretch !"
Charles said, as he stood watching the animal
floating down the rapid into the deep pond, at
the edge of which it clambered up the rocks and
disappeared in the thicket.
As Charles lay down in the hammock, he was
heard to make this single observation, —
" 'Eo more woodchucks for me, if you please !"
GTlens, Gorges, Cascades, and Waterfalls.
An invitation had been received from Mrs.
Myer for the campers to dine at Ralston.
Accordingly, after breakfast, Hamlin, Charles,
Thad Jr., and myself started on foot up the
beautiful mountain-road to that picturesque re-
treat. We loitered by the way, admiring the
laurel and rhododendron blossoms that made our
pathway a bower of budding beauty. The white
and pink laurels never appeared so lovely we
thought as upon that cool, delightful morning
walk. Robins were singing everywhere, and
diminutive unseen warblers filled the air with
their melody. Red squirrels scampered along the
fences, black and grays bounded from branch to
branch of the great trees until they found safety
in the dense woods, to bark and chatter their
happiness in secure retreat. Woodchucks ran
across our path and disappeared in the thicket ;
muskrats swam the stream with tufts of grass in
their mouths, making graceful dives beneath the
water when our presence was discovered. A
partridge lighted in the road before us, display-
ing lier skill in iiiiii licking the lame and wounded,
until we were led far from her young brood,
heard peeping in the bushes.
Arriving near the foot of Powell's pond, where
a portion of the creek follows the base of the
mountain, — a charmingly shaded stream, — we
sat upon a log to rest. Presently a black mink
and nine young were seen approaching along the
shore. They Avere graceful, sleek little creatures,
gliding along so noiselessly as to have almost es-
caped our notice. The mother, catching a glimpse
of us, turned quickly, uttering a faint squeak of
alarm that sent the pretty family back again, she
leading the way across the stream, followed by
her young. One little fellow, carried away by
the swift current, squealed right lustily, causing
us to rise in anxious sympathy for his misfortune.
Before our assistance could be rendered, however,
the mother plunged into the stream, seized him
by the neck and carried him ashore, and the
interesting party darted into the crevices of the
rocks and were lost to view.
We strolled leisurely along, here and there
encountering tiny mountain-streams that had
their birthplace high up in the ravines, finding
their way across the road, glistening in the sun-
light, and tumbling over the bank into the creek
below. About their edges, numerous butterflies
had collected, rising leisurely in the air to settle
again as soon as undisturbed. A hawk was seen.
chased through the air by the kingbirds that
pounced upon his back, he uttering remonstrat-
ing screams as he flopped his way to the moun-
Two miles above and half-way upon our jour-
ney, lay Astenville with its long row of deserted
tenements, that stretch themselves along the
grassy sward at the junction of two great moun-
tains. Throu2:h the narrow o:or2:e, a stream comes
splashing down over the bowlders and rocks to
mingle its cool waters with the Lycoming. It
possesses the euphonious name of Frozen Run,
at the mere suggestion of which we all stooped
down and drank of its refreshing water.
Around a turn in the gorge, lifting its black-
ened summit from among the stately hemlocks,
we beheld an immense chimney, and as we drew
nearer, found the rickety buildings of a furnace,
the costly machinery of which, from exposure to
weather, was rapidly falling to rust and ruin.
Upon the run above the furnace is a dam, form-
ing a pretty pond, in which sport the sprightliest
trout, distinguished from their fellows in the
larger stream, by their deeper and richer colors.
Retracing our steps to the main road, we espied
the peak of a modest spire, just peeping out from
the dense foliage by which it is surrounded. A
closer inspection revealed a small church, in which
the former inhabitants of the village doubtless
worshipped, in the prosperous days of the valley.
Close at hand, another crumblhig furnace
stands, exhibiting its picturesque lines and crim-
son-painted boiler against the dark-green back-
ground of the mountain.
Farther on, the mountain becomes more pre-
cipitous, huge rocks are piled in ungainly masses,
many having crumbled, covering the mountain-
side with a sombre, gray mantle that renders the
flowery regions below more lovely for the con-
trast. Here and there, black dots mark the en-
trances to iron mines, while zigzag lines indicate
th.e railways that formerly carried ore to the now
Journeying along, we speculated upon the
fabulous sums of money here sunken, of the
families impoverished, and fortunes lost in the
disastrous enterprise, until w^e came to a cool
spring whose waters bubbled from beneath a
moss- and fern-covered rock by the roadside.
Some ]ohilanthropist had constructed a watering-
trough under the protecting shade of a large tree,
around which, and by the spring, wild forget-me-
nots and violets were blooming fresh and crisp
under the trickling water that fell upon them
from the mossy rocks.
Seated upon a grassy mound, we admired the
charming landscape with its encircling hills.
Among a cluster of trees upon the flats was seen
the Kalston House, to its rear the Lycoming
Creek, with a beautiful rapid, across which is
thrown a rude bridge leading to the mountain-
road. IS^ear the railway bridge that spans the
creek beyond, is the mouth of Rock Run, and
farther still. Red Run and Dutchman Run empty
their waters into the Lycoming.
Looking toward the north, the inclined plane
stretches in a straight line from base to peak of
the high mountain, over which busy cars bring
coal to the valley below.
Far to the north and south, mountain profiles
cut the blue sky, with now and then a notch
through which some nmrmuring creek finds its
tortuous w^ay. A more delightful spot for quiet
could not well be found.
The rambles through glens and chasms are un-
surpassed. A drive down the mountain-road
reveals a display of wild-flowers, mosses, and
ferns delightful to behold, while the trout upon
the various streams, though by no means abun-
dant, afi:brd the angler additional pleasure.
The hotel— kept by Mr. S. C. Myer— is of the
very best character, where ih^ summer sojourner
will find an excellent table, good beds, large
rooms, and ample means of recreation.
After a sumptuous dinner, we all took a stroll
in company with Chandler, whose summering-
place this is, introducing Charles to Rock Run. A
more enchanting stream I have never encountered.
Dressed in wading-suits, we passed along the
bank of the creek to the foot of the mountain,
there crossed the stream to take a path occupy-
ing the bed of the Switchback Railway that years
before was employed for mining purposes. The
path, though well defined, is overgrown with wild
plants, while moss-covered logs occasionally ob-
struct the way.
The banks of the gorge are covered with im-
mense trees, the woodman's axe never having
desecrated the place. Black, yellow, and white
birch, crooked beeches, sugar-maples, and grand
old hemlocks and pines raise their lofty heads
far, far above the overhanging ledges.
As we advance, the gorge growls narrower, the
rocks higher, the creek more rapid, until a turn
in the path leads us away into the forest among
massive trees, huge bowlders, and lofty lichen-
whitened crags that project from the mountain-
crests flanking the noisy creek.
For three miles we walked through the wilder-
ness, no axe-marked stumps, no barkless, pros-
trate trees to indicate the track of the lumberman.
All our surroundings are as nature fashioned
them, — grand in their solitude, picturesque in
their undisturbed repose.
The path turning abruptly to the right, its
course leading through dense laurel whose pink
blossoms brush our faces, we arrived upon the
bank of the creek again, at a point where Miner's
Run creeps among the rocks to find its way into
the gorge below. Here the two streams meet,
forming a cascade, below which is a deep basin,
carved out of solid rock, in the dark recesses of
which many large trout are lying, as our fliea.
have revealed on numerous former excursions. ^'
Above this point, at one and two miles, are two
magnificent falls, amidst wild and grand scenery.
But upon the present occasion we moved down
tlie stream that cuts its Avay through solid rock,
forming delightful little cascades, roaring rapids,
and foaming swirls, until the "First Falls" are
reached. The water here rushes over a precipice
eighteen feet high, with rocky abutments on
either side that have been cut through by the
constant wear of ages.
Climbing over the rocks and around the falls,
by aid of the laurel-roots, to the high bank above,
we looked down into a cavern sixty feet below,
where the water rushes and foams in its rocky bed.
Carefully working our way down, we reached
the level of the creek once more, to have a front
view of the falls, showing a clear sheet of water,
behind Avhicli dark, moss-covered rocks were
seen as through a lace curtain. A delicate mist
rose from the falls bathing our upturned faces,
and, to our right, amber-colored waters trickled
over the shelving rocks, upon which violets nodded
their pretty heads in graceful obeisance to the
On the other side immense cliffs rose perpen-
dicularly before us, from the summits of which
loftj hemlock stubs leaned in threatening atti-
tude. We turned our backs upon the weird
scene and clambered over the rocks to the rapids
below. Hardly a glimpse of the sky was seen ;
never a ray from the sun penetrates the deep,
rock-bound cavern. Let the inhabitants in the
valley swelter in the heat of the August sun, all
is cool and serene here.
We now came to a place where the creek has
worn for itself a channel — hardly six feet wide,
but daric and deej^ — through solid rock, in which
the water rushes, hisses, and roars until released
in an ample pool below. Here again a rocky
basin is formed, with bottom as smooth and round
as though fashioned by the potter's hand.
Hastening down, we reached Porcupine Pool,
with its projecting rocks, placid water, and cool
retreat upon moss- and violet-covered banks,
where picknickers are wont to rest and take their
noontime meal. A gentleman once lunching
here with Chandler saw a porcupine come from
out the thicket and take a drink at the sparkling
fountain, then, nodding an adieu to his observers,
dodged into his lair again. To this incident is
the pool indebted for its name, it being ever
afterward known to fishermen and tourists as
" Porcupine Pool."
Rapids, cascades, pools, and swirls succeed one
another imtil the old dam is reached, where the
canon widens, and
"The mountain mists uprolling, let the waiting sunlight
The dam has formed a lodgment for all man-
ner of flood-wood, accumulated in an inextricable
mass upon its edge. Through it water trickles
and spouts in every direction, forming tiny rain-
bows over its blackened surface, wliile trout dart
for covert in the large pool as our shadows fall
upon its surface.
From this point the walk is less rugged, the
stream wider with fewer rapids, until we reach
the broad plateau that leads to the hotel.
Close at hand, near the foot of the inclined
plane, is a fall, the beauty of which has been so
loudly praised that our steps are involuntarily
directed thither. Reaching the railway track, in
the centre of the narrow valley, and following it
up beyond the plane, there is a path leading to
the foot of the mountain, when we soon step into
the cosiest dell imaginable.
It is surrounded with stately forest-trees, whose
boughs spread themselves so far above our heads
as to permit an uninterrupted view of one of the
loveliest falls my eyes ever beheld. Here
"... the stream whose silver-braided rills
Fling their unclasping bracelets from the hills,
Till in one gleam beneath the forest-wings, •
Melts the white glitter of a hundred springs."
One can but wonder, as he looks upon this
beautiful fall with accompanying stream and
murmuring rills, whether Dr. Holmes did not
find inspiration for the lines while gazing upon
its marvellous beauty.
Before us is a mass of striated rocks, rising
more than one hundred feet perpendicularly
from a dark cavern. Its surface is irregular,
dark lines running transversely over its face,
from which ferns, lichens, mosses, grasses, violets,
and wild forget-me-nots are growing in luxuri-
ant profusion. At its top a channel is worn deep
down, from which flows, in graceful curve, a
crystal body of water a hundred feet to the gulf
below. Half-way down, it strikes a projecting
ledge, from which it is thrown into white foam
that tumbles on either side in a boiling, seething
mass, then falls with a steady roar and splash
upon the great bowlders in the chasm, from which
a spray is dashed upon the overhanging rocks, to
trickle down again with never-ceasing murmur.
And this, in the vernacular of the natives, is
As we retrace our steps toward the hotel, Ave
once more pass the plane, where Mr. Piatt, the
superintendent, hails us, and, with characteristic
hospitality, invites us to his pleasant cottage to
tea. The afternoon being already well spent,
and the walk to camp still before us, this pleas-
ure, from necessity, is declined. He accom-
panies us in our walk toward the hotel, and
speaks of the village of Mclntyre, upon the
mountain, where eight hundred miners dwell,
delving under-ground for coal.
Before reaching the hotel, we come to the
mouth of Red Run, emptying into the main
stream from the western mountain. This run
is not a whit less beautiful than the one just ex-
plored ; and. Chandler insisting upon our visiting
it, we decide upon a short journey to one or two
of its most attractive points.
We turn aside, therefore, and seek a winding
path that takes us through a dense laurel thicket,
and step out upon a table-rock, projecting over
the creek that runs sixty feet below. Looking
up the stream, a thirty-feet fall is seen, with its
strange, reddish water, that takes its color from
the tamarack swamp in which it rises.
Immediately above this point, only to be reached
by retracing our steps to the original path, is an-
other fall and cascade, extending through a chasm
of rock for more than a hundred and fifty yards.
Continuing up the rugged water-course for three
miles, we find a succession of beautiful pools,
falls and cascades, until we come to the loveliest
of them all, pitching gracefully down from its
rock-bound crest, thirty feet above. The pecu-
liarity of this fall consists in the rock that forms
it, being in the shape of a cone, over which the
water pours in two sheets, the under one strik-
ing upon the shelving rocks, forming numerous
smaller cascades, seen through the outer, ruby-
colored sheet that falls smoothly over all. Two
slender hemlocks that found root upon the rocks,
lean toward each other over the crest, forming a
green arbor, through which the water flows to the
deep, dark pool below.
Chandler, who worships l^ature often at this
shrine, has given it the name of " Kuby Falls,"
and never tires of conducting his friends thither
when summer finds him rusticating in this glori-
So varied and numerous are the rambles about
Kalston that this entire volume might be devoted
to their description. Mossy dells, lovely grottoes,
marvellous glens and canons, everywhere abound,
while mineral springs entice the visitor to drink
of their health-giving waters.
In the evening, when the long summer twihght
is upon the valley, ''the church on the moun-
tain," formed by a cluster of trees, — a silhouette
against the gray sky, — is pointed out from the
pleasant balcony of the hotel.
Here the guests sit listening to the whip-poor-
wills and watch the moon rising from behind
the dusky mountain, to throw her silvery light
upon hill and dale.
Then, the fragrance exhaled from the balsams
upon the cool evening air becomes grateful to
the lungs and invigorating to the body.
Indeed, next to camping-out, I know of no
more delightful spot for those in love with scen-
eiy such as I have endeavored to describe than
Ralston. isTo attempt at dress is indulged in, no
dissipations in balls and parties thought of. I
heartily recommend it to those in need of a quiet,
unostentatious, healthful, and inexpensive sum-
Persons intending to visit this region can se-
cure ample accommodations by writing to S. C.
Myer, Ralston, Lycoming Co., Pa., or to Miss
Jennie Conley, v^dio keeps a quiet boarding-house
across the creek from the Ralston House.
Gentlemen should provide themselves with old
clothing and brogan shoes for wading purposes,
and for climbing mountains and traversing glens.
The ladies will find flannel suits, with short skirts
and heavy shoes, a great and indispensable con-
venience, should they desire to visit any of the
wild scenery to which I have referred.
Reaching the hotel, tired from our long jaunt,
Mrs. Myer insisted upon preparing us a cup of
tea and luncheon before the return to camp.
This disposed of, we were refreshed and invig-
orated for the homeward march.
Charles and Thad Jr. took to the road, while
Hamlin and I concluded to cast our flies once
more over our former favorite ground in the
Sugar Bottom. Chandler accompanied us partly
on our way, pointing out spots where he had
pricked large trout the day before ; and, after see-
ing us land one or two beauties, retraced his steps
with a merry song toward his stopping-place at
We fished over the familiar places which years
before rewarded us so nobly ; through the Sugar
Bottom, the deep pool back of Astenville, the
mouth of Pleasant Stream, Powell's Pond, the
Slope Wall, thence over the waters in front of
the high bank, on down to camp, where we found
Charles and Thad Jr. awaiting our coming that
supper might be served.
Emptying our creels, a fair catch of fish was
exhibited ; and, at the evening smoke about the
camp-fire, all voted the day a complete success.
A threatenirig storm induced us to seek our
beds earlier than usual, where we lay chatting
over the adventures of the day, and planning new
excursions for the morrow, until the gentle patter
of the rain upon our canvas roof lulled us into a
quiet, refreshing sleep.
SUNDAY IN CAMP.
The Dogs chase a Deer, and Charles asks Sundry Questions
" Glory be to God on high !" rang out upon
the clear morning air, greeting my ears in a
cheerful song, which I recognized as having
Hamlin at the other end of it.
I rose from the bed, looked out between the
flies, to see my friend upon a projecting plank at
the water's edge, bathing his face with a sponge
while he looked toward the rising sun.
The morning was a charming one ; the sun
just peeping through the notch in the mountain
sent a flood of light upon the ripple before us.
" Halloo, Hamlin ! Why this exultation at so
early an hour ?"
" Come out here and tell me, — did you ever
see so glorious a morning ? Don't idle your time
away in bed ; such a scene is far too beautiful to
be lost. Call Charles!"
" It will be necessary to go beyond the limits
of this camp to fulfil the requirements of that
last observation of yours. Charles is not here."
" Where is he ?"
" Down by the dam, likely, diving from its
SUNDAY IN CAMP. 209
comb into the foam below. At least, I heard
him make some such threat before we retired last
" Why, I didn't hear him get up."
^':NrorI; but I felt him covering us up some
time during the night. When he sleeps is past
finding out; he seems to be seeking every one's
comfort but his own. There he comes now ; I
hear his paddle on the water."
Presently Charles's boat shot into the pond
from out the little bayou that leads to the meadow
behind Bodine's barn. He was singing merrily,
seeming to be imbued with the prevailing good
feelingof men and birds induced by the auspi-
cious "opening of the day. In a few minutes his
boat touched the shore, and he alighted, carrying
a hatful of eggs, which he placed upon the table,
"I heard you say fresh eggs were needed, so I
engaged a few hens to lay them for me. I've
been'in the squire's barn ; and say," he quickly
added, " I saw an old chap coming up the moun-
tain-road just now, looking for his hounds ; he
said they got loose this morning and made for the
forest, and that if we kept quiet we'd see a deer
run across our point before a great while."
" But, see here, Charles, this is Sunday, and
running deer on such a day, and out of season,
too, isn't just the thing."
" True enough ; perhaps that is the reason the
old chap was looking for his dogs, that he might
suggest the situation of affairs to them. Doubt-
less, if they knew this to he Sunday, they would
feel ashamed of their performance and slink home
with tails between their legs. At least I hope so,
for the sake of the moral aspect of the com-
munity in general, and the dogs in particular."
"It is a little indecorous in those dogs to be
chasing deer to-day, that's a fact," Hamlin re-
marked ; " but I'd give a cookie to learn what
their conclusions might be relative to a chap who
deliberately invades a barn on Sunday to appro-
priate any eggs therein found."
" See here, Mr. Hamlin, if that observation is
meant to be personal, assailing the character of a
party from Brooklyn, permit me to remark that
I had a tacit understanding with those hens, and
permission from the owner of the barn, by reason
of proffers of sundry nickels, to appropriate the
united products of their labor for one day, and,
by George, I don't "
"Breakfast!" shouted George, as he ran to-
ward the dining-room with a dish of smoking hot
potatoes in his hand, which he set down with a
crash, placed his fingers in his mouth, then
whirled them through the air, and, jumping about
upon one foot, exclaimed, —
" Lor' a massa but das hot !"
" I saw a queer transaction this morning in the
small bayou," Charles said, while we seated our-
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selves around the table ; "I watched for a long
while the antics of a ' bull-head' with a lot of
young. She had them gathered about her, to the
number of three or four hundred, — little, black
fellows that resembled tadpoles. She watched
and cared for them as carefully as an old hen
would her chickens, and did not permit a fish of
any sort to come near them. I never knew before
that they protected their young by personal super-
" That is new to me also, although I have seen
trout and bass guarding their spawning-beds, but
never their young," Hamlin said.
'' It is a wonder to me that so many eggs of the
fish escape destruction. I never wade a rift that
I do not see suckers rooting and feeding in a
spawning-bed. I am surprised that trout are as
abundant as we find them, when it is considered
how many natural enemies they have. Suckers,
mullets, crabs, and insects feed upon the spawn.
Pickerel, fish-hawks, kingfishers, and innumer-
able birds and animals prey upon the young fish,
yet thousands escape to come to maturity and to
"I hear da dogs a-comin' !" George shouted.
" So they are," Charles said. "A long way off
they must be ; hark ! I can just hear faint hayings
beyond the mountain ; wonder whether they're
coming this way ?"
" We can lay off and see," Hamlin replied,
rising from the table and stretching himself out
in the hammock. "A fellow need not plug his
ears I imagine, even if it is Sunday."
Presently, the cry of a dog was heard from be-
yond the mountain ; then another, both becom-
ing clearer, yet a great way off. We walked into
the open, to the rear of the camp, and listened.
Only a faint sound came to us, then died away.
We waited, turned our ears anxiously in the di-
rection of the last sound, — quietness only. We
were about to return ; the baying became louder
than before. Along the mountain-tops it rang
nearer, clearer. Then we caught a faint glimpse
of the animals' forms, that was lost again as they
passed over a ridge into a deep gully beyond.
Ascending the slope across the ravine, they
once more " gave tongue" in cheery tones, mak-
ing the cliffs ring with their melody. Around
the hills they circled, their deep voices growing
fainter as they descended into a ravine, louder
and rounder when they climbed the opposite
bank, and then died out in the distance. A half-
hour of silence almost persuaded us that the game
was lost; but then the short, sharp yelp of the
liounds announced their close proximity, being
almost upon us. Along the summit of the moun-
tain, at the base of which we stood, rang out the
prolonged bellowings that were rendered even
more musical against the opposite hills. Still
tliey ran and bayed and yelped and made the
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echoes fill the very air with crying dogs. They
struck the ridge leading to our point. Down it
they came, the yelps growing fiercer, the dogs
coming nearer. We saw the laurels parting,
trembling, and swaying, heard a crackling, then
a splash !
" Look a dar ! Look a dar !" George shouted
in the most excited manner, pointing toward the
bayou with one hand and holding his dish-pan
aloft with the other.
We looked in the direction indicated, to see the
head of a doe gliding rapidly down the pond.
Upon hearing George's animated voice, and see-
ing all the campers rush to the point of the little
island, she made several desperate plunges to
regain the mountain-side, failing in which, she
swam farther down and tried again, this time
succeeding, and disappeared among the dense
laurels and rhododendrons through which many
a time we had failed to force our way.
Scarcely had the deer gained the thicket before
the dogs came upon the spot where she entered
the stream. There they stood for a moment, and,
snifiing the air, gave a disappointed howl, then,
acting upon some sort of understanding between
themselves, one followed the bank down while
the other ran up the stream.
l^ot a sound was heard for fifteen minutes;
then, where the deer quitted the water, the dog be-
low struck the trail again, and made the "welkin
ring" with his exultant cry. In an instant, a
streak was seen along the mountain-road that
marked the course of the up-stream dog on the
way to join his companion. True to his nature,
he did not " give tongue" until the trail was
reached. A short cry announced that he had
joined in the chase, then their united voices
melted away in the deep forest, and they were
heard no more.
" By George ! that was quite enjoyahle if it is
Sunday," Charles observed. " What musical
voices those hounds have. [N^ever heard any-
thing like it before; it's Avorth coming to the
woods to hear."
^^ Your enthusiasm reminds me of an incident
related quite graphically by Sanders," Hamlin
replied. " He recently visited Cortland County
to engage in a fox-hunt. The dogs got loose and
took a hunt upon their OAvn responsibility one
Sunday morning, when an enthusiastic hunter
called to his father, saying, —
" ' Oh father, come here, quick, and listen to
this heavenly music !'
" The old gentleman appeared at the door,
placed his hand behind his best ear, listened a
moment, then returned to his comfortable arm-
chair, petulantly remarking, —
" ' I can't hear nothin', — them hounds make
such a confounded noise.'
" Evidently the father was not so much of an
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enthusiast for out-door sports as the youngster
"Oh, papa! papa! come here and see this
funny bird! He's a-standin' right on the side
ov the tree where there isn't enny limbs," Fritz
shouted from the rear of the large tent.
I went to him, and found a " yellow hammer"
upon the old stub, busily picking over its surface
'' That's a woodpecker, my son," I said, " and
all birds of that kind light upon a tree or limb
lengthwise, while robins, crows, and other birds
sit across the limb." I then went into an expla-
nation of the habits of birds, much to his delight,
and left him.
Soon, he came running toward me with a Sun-
day-school journal in his hand, upon which was
shown a picture of an angel with outstretched
wings, and a dinner-horn to her lips. (I say her,
for now that I think of it, I rarely see a picture
of a male angel, which circumstance startles me
just a little.) Holding the picture up for inspec-
tion, he made this inquiry, —
" Pa, which way does angels light?"
"My son, I give it up. You must ask some
one more familiar with their habits than I. Per-
haps Mr. Hamlin can tell you; go try !"
" The squire was telling me yesterday," Charles
said, " of some old chap below here, who can
go out any day and catch more trout with a cot-
ton string for a line, an alder stock for a pole,
and a pin for a hook, than most fishermen who
come here with fancy poles and tackle. That
seems queer to me. Do you believe it ?"
" Such traditions are indigenous to all fishing
localities, Charles. Go where you will, that won-
derful individual with his primitive and clumsy
tackle, will invariably be referred to, and his
miraculous achievements commented upon. But
to this I can testify : he's a myth ; you will never
encounter him. Should he exist in name, his
exploits are wholly imaginary. I will agree to
match Hamlin or Thad against any- three men
equipped in the manner described, and will war-
rant either one to bring in four times as many
fish as all of them combined.
" Trout are not so anxious to rise to clumsy
flies and cotton strings as many are wont to sup-
pose. Doubtless, such feats were performed in
early days, when trout were abundant and not
much sought for; but now, it is quite different;
they require fine leaders, delicate flies, and skilful
throwing to deceive them."
" What sort of a line is that upon your rod
yonder?" Charles inquired. " I see it is very flne
'^ That is a linen, braided line, tapered and
made waterproof. I prefer it to silk, hair, or any
other sort. It is lighter, is delivered more freely
through the rings, and docs not fray."
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" How long is your leader?^'
" Just seven feet, and made of very fine but
strong gut. I taper it, placing the finest gut at
the free end, and the heavier where it joins the
line, both ends terminating in loops. Three feet
from the free end I make another short loop for
the ' dropper,' tied in such a manner as to make
it point up the line. Here, I'll show you how to
tie it, for I regard it as one of my most important
When you have made three feet of the leader —
the finest end — tie a loop upon each end, then tie
this to the line end in the manner represented in
the drawing. This will prevent the fly from
clino-ino; to the leader, but will make it stand out
straight when drawn over the water, so doing
away with one of the chief annoyances of fly-
casting. If the second loop is made double at its
shank and well shellacked, it will be still more
rio'id and less liable to clino;."
" What sort of a reel do you prefer?"
"A nickel-plated click reel, by all odds. I
have tried the ' basket reel,' the rubber reel, and
several other sorts, but have returned to the click,
as answering all the requirements of a good reel
better than any other. If the Fowler rubber
reel had a click attachment, I would regard it as
the perfection of reels. The adv^antages pos-
sessed by the Fowler reel are lightness and the
rapidity with which it takes up the line. But it
lacks, as I said, the click, which regulates the
movement of a reel better than any other device,
beside being a merry indicator of the fish's strike.
IKever buy a cheap reel, — that would be the poor-
est sort of economy, the contrivance annoying
you perpetually. One of the very best work-
manship should be secured, with handle well
fitted, so that the line will not become fastened
in the groove of the handle or crank when
lengthening it for a longer cast."
"Another thing I have wondered over: why
do fishermen carry such quantities of flies ?"
" The older or more experienced the angler,
the fewer flies you will find in his book. When
I first fitted myself out, I'm almost ashamed to
tell you, I had forty dollars worth of flies, of all
sorts and descriptions, which it certainly would
not have been a sin to worship, for they resem-
bled nothing ' that is in heaven above, or that is
in the earth beneath, or that is in the water un-
der the earth.' I now confine m3'self to a half-
dozen varieties, consisting of —
" ' The Hamlin' (black body, black hackle,
white wing, and long, black tail, ending in a
" ' The Great Dun' (lead-colored wing, mouse-
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colored body, grayish hackle, and long, speckled
" * Bright Fox' (white wing, light-yellow body,
no hackle, and slender tail, made from three or
four hairs from crest of English pheasant).
'' ' Grizzly King' (speckled wing, green body,
light-red hackle, tail from feather of scarlet ibis).
"• 'Black Gnat' (lead-colored wing, black body,
black hackle, no tail).
" ' Queen of the Waters' (light, speckled wing,
yellow body, yellow hackle, yellow tail, or none).
" These include all the varieties really needed
upon any of the waters of Pennsylvania or E'ew
York. You have observed that I have not
changed my cast since our arrival here. I use
the ' Handin' on the lead and the ' Great Dun'
for a dropper. This constitutes my cast. Wound
about my hat is another leader, upon which is
fastened a 'Black Gnat' for the end fly and a
' Bright Fox' for a dropper. This is for use at
dusk, and as long as my flies can be seen upon
the water. When I can no longer discern them,
or see where they strike, I quit. I never could
see any sport in night fishing, neither have I had
any success after dark, casting a ' miller' or other
" My flies are made smaller than those usually
found in stock, being tied upon I^os. 9 and 14
hooks. As a general thing, it is a waste of time
to be forever changing your flies. If the trout
are not rising, it is entirely useless to fling an as-
sortment of flies at them. Stick to your cast of
the * Hamlin' and ' Great Dun,' when, depend
upon it, you will come in with as full a creel
as your companions, who imagined their flies
wrong, and spent valuable time in searching for
the rio-ht ones. I am aware that excellent fisher-
men differ with me upon this point ; and I have
also noticed that my plan kills the most fish.
" Another thing let me caution you against : do
not buy more flies than are needed for one sea-
son, for the gut becomes tender, and parts at its
junction with the hook, when kept in the fly-
book for a year or more. Lay in a fresh supply
every spring. I order of James Ratcliffe, Arcade
Block, Rochester, N. Y., two dozen each of the
' Hamlin' and ' Great Dun,' and half-dozens of
the other varieties. I pay one dollar a dozen for
them, and find them quite as serviceable as the
more costly ones of other makers.
" Before laying your fl^'-book away, sprinkle a
little crushed camphor-gum between its leaves,
else will the moths attack it and the flies.
" Your reels should be taken apart, cleaned
" Rods must be well varnished with the best
copal varnish. jN'ever use shellac, — it scales and
cracks, letting the moisture come in contact with
the wood to swell the joints and make them stick.
When the varnish is thoroughly dry, lay your rods
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in a suitable box and stow it away upon the floor
of some closet, at a distance from chimney or
register. Do not stand them on end, they must
lie flat on the floor to prevent warping.
"Lines should be unreeled and stretched in
the sunlight, and rubbed with a chamois-skin,
then laid away in hanks, unreeled, until needed.
This will prevent their becoming rotten.
" Creels are best preserved by rinsing in a
strong solution of sal-soda ; hung up to dry, then
oiled with raw linseed oil.
'' If you exercise this care with your tackle, it
will remain sound and efficient for years."
" ISTow, tell me another thing : how do you get
through the bushes with your rod and hanging
flies without breaking your tip and hooking fast
to every branch that obstructs the path ?"
"Easy enough; nothing more simple to ac-
complish. In my pocket I carry two small corks,
into which I hook my flies before entering the
brush, and I point my rod ahead of me, carrying
it parallel with the ground, being careful not to
strike the tip against a tree. Never be in a hurry,
either in going through the brush or wading a
stream. Always take it leisurely, particularly in
fishing, and be sure not to take your feet out in
stepping, but glide them through the water noise-
lessly, and without creating waves or splashes to
notify the trout of your approach. Be careful,
too, not to let your shadow fall upon the pool
where you intend to make a cast, else ^dll you
send the large trout scudding for covert.
" Some fishermen are forever on the go, seek-
ing for better places over which to cast their flies,
or to reach some favorite pool or spring-hole be-
fore it is invaded by other anglers. Haste begets m
' nervousness,' causing awkward casts and care-
less ploddings through the stream, putting the
fish to flight, to be captured by the more j)atient,
careful fisherman an hour afterward."
" Well, I was bothered in another w^ay yester-
day: my tip kept coming out of the ferrule ; and,
to add to my misfortune, the wind took my
leader into a tree-top, from which I failed to re-
move it. I must say, I'm not much in love with
fresh-water fishing ; the tackle is too delicate, and
the perplexities of casting too numerous. But
just place me in a sail-boat on the bay, when
blue fish are taking the squid, then I'm at home."
" Both your difiiculties are easily overcome,
Charles : place a piece of waxed thread in the
socket, then force the ferrule home, when you Avill
find it will remain in place. To get your leader
down from the tree-top : cut a small sapling, — for
this purpose I carry a large-bladed knife, weigh-
ing half a pound, with which I can fell the tree
in a twinkling, — trim it of its branches, and let
the top terminate in a long fork. E^ow, get the
limb to which your leader is fast between the
prongs of the fork and twist the sapling round
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and round, until tlie limb is twisted oif or the
leaves and flies stripped from it. You can al-
most invariably succeed in this manner."
" I wonder why it is that I do not hook more
than one-quarter of the trout that rise to my
'' A trout does not always get the fly when he
attempts to ; it may be lying against the leader,
making it impossible for him to get it in his
mouth ; you may jerk too quickly, taking it out
of reach ; the strike may be too hard, tearing his
mouth. Indeed, I think the tendency of all fish-
ermen is to jerk too hard, either taking the fly
out of the fish's mouth, or tearing a portion of his
jaw away. More trout by far are pricked than
hooked. Large ones usually hook themselves, and
almost always take the fly laider the w^ater. Prac-
tice only can teach you when to strike ; you see
a faint gleam under the surface, when you in-
stinctively twitch, to find you have hooked a
beauty. Few^ fishermen can separate force from
quickness of motion. They seem to throw all
their strength of muscle into the jerk to render
't a quick one. ]^ever use your arm in making
the strike, only your wrist; then will the difii-
culty be overcome. Look behind you before
making a long cast, to see whether limbs or
bushes are there to be avoided.
" 'No description with pen or tongue can teach
you how" to cast the fly. Accompany an expert,
and watch him. You will learn more in one les-
son of this character than can be gleaned from
reading volumes of fishing-books."
"Why do ilj-fishermen taboo bait-fishing? I
could never understand that, exactly. They all
seem to be ashamed to acknowledge that they
ever use bait."
" Fly-fishing might be styled the poetry of
angling. It is as superior to fishing with a squirm-
ing, filthy worm as true sculpture is to grave-
stone-making, or as the work of the artist is
above that performed by the man who white-
washes your kitchen ceiling. Any fellow can
impale a miserable worm upon a hook, and, by
its writhings, entice a fish to nibble at it. But
it requires a quick eye, a tranquil nerve, and
superior judgment to cast a fly so as to deceive
the wary trout. I do not object to taking fish
with a worm, for food, if hard pressed, but for
sport, — never ! There is nothing disreputable in
fishing with a worm ; by no means. But I do
not enjoy that sort of thing; therefore never en-
gage in it.
" I am aware that many fishermen are ashamed
to acknowledge their use of the worm, and will
quickly change it for a fly when they see a fly-
fisherman approaching, or will remove it, substi-
tuting a leader and flies just before coming in at
night, and then declare every blessed fish to
have been taken on a fly. That is all right ; I
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approve the method ; glad they are ashamed of
it, — they will the more likely become expert fly-
casters, some day, I'm sure."
There is no telling how long this might have
continued had not Way and Fritz brought it to a
termination with their usual pranks.
The first was shouting from the point to have
us come see the big sucker he had caught in the
" eagle's-claw trap," while the younger urchin
chased a red squirrel over us that barely made
his escape up the beech.
" It's just old bully to be in camp on Sunday,"
Fritz said, as he stood looking at the squirrel
above his head ; " a feller don't need to be all
dressed up and keep* so awful clean, and we can
' hoop-her-up' all we want to ;" then, with a reg-
ular war-whoop, he ran to join his brother, who
was having all sorts of fun with the suckers
down by the point.
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" I LOST a fine one tins morning," Thad Jr.
observed, as tie joined the group enjoying their
pipes about the camp-fire after the evening meal
had been eaten. '' I do not know why it is," he
continued, " but I almost invariably miss the
trout that come to the middle fly."
" Follow your father's plan, — cast but two flies.
I used to be troubled in the same manner before
I tried that," Hamlin said, who then rose and
placed his stool on the windward side of the fire
to escape the smoke that was pouring into his
" How does that obviate the trouble complained
of?" Charles queried.
" I will tell you : when you use three flies, as
is the custom with all fishermen that I have yet
met, the middle one is continually clinging to
your leader, because of its being under water.
Your ^ dropper' is kept on top the water so that
the fly is necessarily free from the line, while the
end one is equally unencumbered, and therefore
readily grasped by the trout ; but let him rise to
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the middle one, and he will usually fail in secur-
ing it, because of its adherence to the leader."
" The very trouble I have had myself," Sand-
ers said, " and strange that I should not have
thought of the cause ; I believe the difficulty to
have been entirely due to what you have sug-
gested. I shall certainly use but two flies here-
" Sanders, what did you do on Tim Gray's run
to-day," one of the party inquired.
" ^N^othing of consequence ; too much sawdust
runnino; below the mill now. ]^ever cauo'ht a
trout from the mouth of the stream up to the
mill. Oh, how I used to lay them out over that
ground a few years ago ! No better Ashing could
be found in this region; it beat the Sugar Bottom,
even. I went up as high as tlie splash-dam to-
day and caught forty, of regulation size. Return-
ing, I fished on the main stream, capturing my
largest ones at the mouth of Tim Gray's and
under Du Bois's dam."
'^ Did you walk all the way back to camp, or
take the cars at Field's ?"
" Footed it all the way. It isn't a very long
walk : about four miles from the mouth of Tim
Hamlin again shifted his seat, fanning the
smoke with his hat, and, after getting his breath,
"I have never seen any one yet that could find
the breathing side of a camp-fire ; go where you
will the smoke will follow you up, either blind-
ing or smothering you, if you sit still long
enough. I don't wonder the punkies skedaddle
under such a smudge as that."
" Come to our side," said Robert ; " the wind
hasn't been in this direction for the half-hour I've
been sitting here, and the fire is burning and
crackling beautifully. Just see how the broad
leaves, at the very top of the trees, wave under
the influence of the ascending heat."
Hamlin dodged through the smoke to secure a
seat by Robert's side ; and in less than two min-
utes you couldn't see either one for the blue
smoke that was gracefully curling around them.
In a minute, Hamlin appeared at the right of the
fire, hat in hand, which he flourished desperately
in his wake, and pufiing like a porpoise. "With
tears running down his cheeks in torrents, he
finally found voice to say, —
"A blessed good move that, Robert; glad I
came over ; any other spot about this fire you can
recommend ? Guess I'll try a back seat for a
while, — long enough to take a half-dozen breaths,
anyway. When you find another real nice place
just call me;" saying which, he walked into the
darkness, toward the ice-chest, where he was
heard to strike a match and then exclaim, " I
say, Sanders, your fish seem to be soft. You
didn't dress them early enough, did you ?"
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''Ko, I did not; that's a fact. They should
have been cleaned at noon, but I did not take
time to do it, I was in such a hurry to reach the
"Fish keep the best that are immediately
cleaned," Charles observed.
" So they do," Hamlin said ; " but to keep
trout well, dress them the moment they are
caught, and wipe them dry. I have kept trout
fresh and nice for several days in a cool cellar,
without ice, by wiping them thoroughly dry, and
rubbing a small quantity of salt along their back-
bones. They should not be piled one on top the
other, but spread out on pans or boards on the
cellar floor. In the woods I prepare them in the
same manner, placing dry grass over each layer
of trout in the creel. You will be surprised to
see how long and well they will keep."
" Sugar is good to rub them with, I've heard,"
" It is not so good as salt ; I've tried both,"
Hamlin said. " But you must be careful not to
use too much, else will the flavor of the fish be
'' Oh, doctor ! I caught one of those four trout
you pointed out to me this morning under the
log at the foot of the leaning tree," Charles inter-
rupted. " He had a Hamlin fly in his upper jaw.
You had a splendid hold on him that would have
brought him to shore had the gut not parted."
" What did you take him on ?'
" The deuce you did ! Why, I tossed that fly
to him at intervals during most of the afternoon;
he snatched one from my leader, and I supposed
he would prefer a change of diet when he did
take hold ao^ain. How lar2:e is he ?"
" Oh, about twelve inches, I guess."
" Why, he's a nice one, and must have given
you considerable sport."
" Indeed he did ; and I believe I shouted ac-
cording to the approved method of anglers in this
camp ; didn't you hear me ?"
^' I heard what I took to be a two-year-old bull
bellowing up there, somewhere, about noon."
" That was me !"
" How comes it that none of you fishermen
carry liquor? All Murphyites ?" Robert inquired.
" Perhaps the introduction of my tea-pot had
something to do with banishing liquor from this
camp," I replied. " When I first began fish-
ing, I arrayed myself in all the paraphernalia
recommended as necessary by friends. Among
other things was a flask of whiskey, to be used as
a preventive against taking cold. I invariably
came in at night with a headache, attributed to
too violent exercise. I was quite willing to ac-
cept this solution of the cause, and continued the
stimulant, taking a mouthful at our nooning and
another upon leaving the stream, or when much
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fatigued. The headaches continuing, I surmised
that the liquor was at the bottom of it, and aban-
doned it entirely. I gave my flask to a preacher
(to carry cold tea in), then had this tea-pot made,
— a simple device you see ; only a tall tin mug,
capable of containing about three pints, with a
handle riveted on (not soldered), and two holes
punched just under the rim, through which
a piece of copper wire is passed, to serve as a
bale. This I hang to the strap of my creel be-
hind, where it is out of the way. To accompany
it, I have two muslin bags with drawing-strings
at their mouths ; in one I put a double handful
of black tea, in the other the same quantity of
granulated sugar. These I place in one of the
pockets of my fishing-jacket, ^ow, when my
companion and I come to our nooning, we first
build a fire, covering it plentifully with wood,
and, while it is burning to coals, dress our fish,
wipe them dry, and stow them away in our creels;
saving the smallest ones for dinner, cooking them
" Going to tell how to prepare those delicious
fish we had for dinner yesterday V Charles inter-
'^ Yes, thought I would : we carry with us
sheets of fine, soft paper (known as tissue Ma-
nilla), which are smeared with the butter, carried
in a small box thrown in the creel. The trout are
all well seasoned (and for this purpose we carry
a small box of Cayenne pepper and salt, mixed),
and every one rolled up separately in a piece of
the buttered paper. Hamlin and I usually require
twenty trout, about six inches long. They are
then placed in a pile and enveloped with another
piece of paper, rolling them into one snug pack-
age. A piece of newspaper is wrapped about
the bundle, and is held in the creek for five min-
utes, or long enough to completely saturate the
enveloping paper. By this time your fire is
burned down to a bed of coals. Scrape a hole in
the centre of them, and there bury the roll of
fish under the glowing embers. If the package
is as large as Hamlin and I make, let them re-
main twenty minutes. While they are cooking,
put your tea-pot on, full of water. Wlien it boils
set it oft', and place in it about a heaping table-
spoonful of tea. Cover the pot with a flat stone.
Let it steep ten minutes or more, and your dinner
" Don't the trout burn ?"
"!N'ot at all; the outside paper will be scorched,
but the one enveloping the fish is untouched by
the fire. Seating ourselves on the bank, in the
shade, we place the bundle of fish on a flat stone
that must serve for a plate, and take them from
the package hot, as they are needed. Every spot
and marking on them remains as bright and per-
fect as before they entered the fire. Indeed, they
do not appear as though cooked at all ; but just
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take a bite out of one ! Such a delicious morsel
you never had dissolve in your mouth before, I
will venture to assert."
" That's so, by George !" Hamlin said, who
again approached the group from the region of
darkness. " I wish we had some now ; the very
thought of them makes my mouth water."
" Then the tea is such a ' rester.' After drink-
ing it, we feel as though the work for the day
had but begun. Is not that so, Hamlin ?"
" That it is. I don't want any whiskey on the
stream, if I can get within reach of the doctor's
tea-pot ; and I always manage to, by noon, even
if I have to "
The remaining portion of the sentence was lost
in smoke, for that contrary wind struck Hamlin
again, banishing him to his seat in the darkness,
from whence we now and then heard a grunt of
satisfaction as he whiifed away at his pipe.
" What do you have for luncheon beside fish
and tea ?" Robert asked.
^' In my lunch-box I carry a chunk of bread,
a doughnut or two, a few pickles, or anything else
our larder affords or fancy suggests. By the way,
I promised to show you that lunch-box, Charles.
I say, George !"
"Ay, ay, sir !"
" Bring my creel from the large beech, will
you, please ?"
" Yes, sir !"
" There ; that is a contrivance I had fastened
to the back of my creel, partaking, as you ob-
serve, of the shape of the creel, and projecting
backward just two and a half inches. In short,
it is simply a tin box, two and a half inches thick
and as large as the back of the creel, to whicli it
is fastened with copper rivets. It opens on top .
with a lid, and will hold enough luncheon for two
persons, keeping it dry and unbroken."
" That looks all right," Charles said, " but I
carry luncheon in my creel, done up in a piece of
oiled silk. I throw my lish on top until noon,
without their coming in contact with it."
" Yes, that is a good plan, but not so cleanly
nor convenient as the lunch-box arrangement."
" Halloo ! there's a light on the pond. Some
one's coming to camp," Hamlin proclaimed from
out the darkness.
" Yes, I hear the paddle," Eobert remarked
from the point, whither he had gone for a better
view. "It's the squire: I recognize his voice;
some one with him, too."
Soon the boat, with its occupants, reached the
landing, when Squire Bodine and Harry Green
stepped ashore. They were bidden welcome,
supplied with pipes, and the conversation went
on. Said the squire, —
" Shorty and tw^o men from Williamsport came
from Pleasant Stream to-night with nine hun-
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" Nine hundred !" was the chorus that greeted
"Yes, sirs, nine hundred! and not one of
them over four inches long."
"What a confounded shame!" Sanders said.
" I wish we could manage to have such lishing as
that stopped ; but I suppose it can't he done. A
party from Elmira took about six hundred of the
same size last week; it is amazing to see the
number of small trout that splendid stream af-
" If we had a law, — one that could be enforced,"
— the squire observed, "to prohibit catching the
small fry, and to prevent netting, seining, and
snaring on these waters, no such iishing-grounds
could be found anywhere."
" True enough, squire. So they snare them
too, do they ?" I asked.
" Of course they do. Wh}^, don't you remem-
ber that big, fat fellow that used to work just
below here every summer ?"
" What, Fuller ? Oh, yes ; I remember him."
" Well, he always waited until the creek was
very low, late in August, when all the big trout
were settled in the deep holes, or out on their
spawning-beds; then he'd go and snare them.
They say he has taken as high as twelve trout,
from fourteen to eighteen inches long, out of one
hole, just below the dam."
" I wonder we have any large trout in the
creek after such operations/' I said. " He car-
ried me up Tim Gray's last summer, and told of
some sucli exploits. Said he could snare large
trout easier than suckers, and even prided him-
self upon the accomplishment. Why, in the
name of all that's wonderful, did you not have
him punished, squire ?"
" Easier said than done. E'o one would com-
plain of him, and I never saw him at it myself.
The people here are afraid to make complaint for
fear of exciting quarrels and bad feeling among
'' The remedy indicated, therefore, is to send a
game-constable here, to w^atch and bring to trial
and punishment all such offenders against law
and honest angling. Perhaps this could be ar-
ranged by forming a club of fishermen from
among those visiting these streams, and then hire
a man for such a purpose."
" That's it ! That's just the thing to do !" the
squire exclaimed ; " and if carried into effect,
no better fishing could be found anywhere than
right here, on this creek."
" I was on the stream to-day, doctor," Harry
said. " Tried my best to catch up with you and
Mr. Hamlin, but my feet hurt me so I couldn't
" Catch many ?"
" I took one nice one from your favorite pool
by the meadow."
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" How large ?"
" Thirteen inches."
" That makes more than a dozen trout of thir-
teen inches and better, taken from this one pool
durins: the week. N^ot bad fishins^ that, Harrv.*'
" No, sir ; not at all. Plenty of fish here for
those who know how to take them. It always
amuses me to hear the green fishermen declare
these streams to be ' played out,' when they come
in at night with empty creels. For my part, I'm
glad to have them think so. I notice, though,
that you and Mr. Hamlin have no trouble in
catching all you want."
" What caused your feet to pain you so,
" I cut holes in the toes of my shoes — confound
it! — to let the water out; it not only answered
that purpose, but let sand and gravel in too, blis-
tering and chafing my feet fearfully."
" That is a very common blunder to commit by
amateur waders. A wadino; shoe should never
be mutilated ; no holes or slits allowed anywhere
upon its surface, through which sand and gravel
may gain admission between shoe and foot."
" That's so, doctor," Charles said ; " I had a
very uncomfortable experience of that kind my-
self. Last season I purchased a pair of brogans
to wade in here, and, at the suggestion of some
booby, slit the toes to let the water out. I threw
them away after the first trial, coming in from a
lialf-clay of iisliing with my socks full of sand and
my feet blistered. Since then I never lose an
opportunity to warn people against that absurd
'' I could have killed a deer as slick as a whistle
to-day if I 'd a gun with me," said Harry.
" I often wonder that some ingenious gun-
maker does not invent a very light, short, single-
barrelled, breech-loading shot-gun for fishermen's
use," Sanders observed. "I have often felt the
need of such an arm. Scarcely a day passes,
when on the stream, that I do not meet wild ani-
mals of some sort, that could be captured with
such a gun. To-day, for instance, I could have
killed a dozen young black squirrels that were
almost full grow^n. What an excellent supper
they would have made for us, eh?"
" Such an arm would be a great convenience
to fishermen, that is true, Sanders," I said. " I
would like one myself with which to secure
specimens of birds. It should be very light,
however, and made to sling over the back. I
shall seek to have one made for next season."
"What have you been up to to-day, doctor?"
the squire asked.
" Hamlin and I were out from five until dark.
Went up as far as the Slope Wall. Caught a
dozen each, — none under eight inches, and two
of twelve. I find the late afternoon fishing the
best just now. We take all we need for the table
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in two or three hours daily. We rarely cast
longer, unless we go on to Pleasant Stream or
Tim Gray's, to make a day of it. Now and then
a trip is taken far up or down the main stream,
to enjoy a nooning of steamed trout. Hamlin
is very partial to Bloody Run for this purpose,
where we also gather wild-flowers in the many
cosy nooks up there."
''Well, come, Harry," the squire said, rising
and moving toward the boat; "the whip-poor-
wills have stopped singing some time ago, and it
must be nigh unto ten o'clock, — we had better be
paddling down the pond."
" All right, squire ; I'll light the lamp, then
we'll be oiF."
Soon they were gliding swiftly down the stream,
under the impulse of the squire's strong arm. We
watched them as their light became less and less
distinct, until it disappeared behind the bank at
the old mill. Then we heard the boat touch the
shore, the paddle drop, and the couple leap on
shore, at which all turned toward the tent and
prepared for bed. -
" Don't bring that lamp in here!" shouted one.
" It will attract every mosquito and punkey on
the island to the tent."
" Where's my night-shirt ?"
" Who's moved my satchel ?'^
"What in fury did George do with my other
These and similar queries greeted my ears as I
stowed myself away for the night.
At last, all were in bed, the light extinguished
by George, the '' good-nights" all said, the short
queries replied to, the jokes cracked, when the
long, sonorous breaths of one or two indicated
that sleep had already come to them ; then
Charles bounded from the bed and groped his
way to the door.
"■ What the deuce is up now ?" his bedfellow
" I am," Charles said ; " I forgot my bath, and
I'm so confoundedly hot I'm going to take a swim
in the creek to cool off!"
"What! not now?"
Splash ! was the only answer heard, as Charles
plunged headlong into the. creek.
Hamlin got restless, turned over and over in
bed, and declared a corn-cob had gotten into the
straw in his tick.
Robert threw off a blanket or two and re-
marked upon the oppressiveness of the air. Pres-
wick was the only quiet one in the lot, and slept
like a baby until Charles returned and mopped
all our faces with his big sponge, almost frighten-
ing the sleeper out of his wits, as the soggy thing
startled him from his sound nap.
" Keep quiet, bubby," was Charles's soothing
remark as the cooling process was administered
to every head and face.
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Quietness was once more restored, we were all
peacefully snoozing when something fell, spat!
upon the roof of the tent, scrambled over, and
dropped upon the ground.
" ;N'ow, what ?" Robert asks, sitting bolt up-
right in bed and punching me in the ribs with
^' Nothing but a flying-squirrel. Do keep quiet ;
he won't trouble us ; that is one of his favorite
"Flying-squirrel? Scrabbling-squirrel would
be a much better name for him. How long does
he mean to perform ?"
"Oh, that's his last appearance for to-night, so
cuddle down and go to sleep."
Quietness once more, but of short duration, for
Thad Jr. sprang up and danced about the tent,
switching his night-gown about his legs, declaring
that something alive was crawling up his back.
"What is it^, Thad?"
" Goodness ! I don't know ; but he scratches
as though his nails had not been trimmed lately,
whoever or whatever he is. Get him off of me,
somebody, do !"
" Take him on a fly, Thad." " Snare him,"
and similar suggestions were made, and George
was called to for a light. All were now thor-
oughly awake and speculating upon the char-
acter of the beast. Hamlin suggested a rattle-
snake. Robert thought it a porcupine. Sanders
wondered whether the woodchuck was out for-
aging. Charles concluded a bullhead had left
the pond in search of his mate, that he had cap-
tured during the day. Preswick thought it might
be a skunk. Fritz, who by this time was also
aroused, wandered dreamily into our tent, and
rubbing his eyes with both fists said, —
." Say, Thad, I know jes what 'tis, — it's my
china-aster-mole and I want him for Jim, 'cause
he's had no fun since he left. Stan' still jes a
minute, won't yer ? and let a feller look for him."
There's no telling where these observations
would have ended or what sort of a menao:erie
would have been accumulated had not George
arrived with the light, revealing Thad standing
in the middle of the tent, holding his shirt far
from his body, and jerking it vigorously to throw
the intruder off.
A search was at once instituted, when a fright-
ened little deer-mouse was found perched upon a
fold of his garment, trembling in every limb,
and looking for a good place to get out. After
chasing him up and down Thad's back for some
minutes, he was finally captured and carried from
the tent. Thad declared, as he shook out and
stirred up his bedclothes, that he would not lie
on the ground another night, but would place his
bed on stilts as soon as the morning dawned.
Another half-hour was passed in commenting
upon the behavior of the mouse, and wonder-
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in 2:8 as to what lie could have been in search
of, the final observation being lost in the snore
of my bedfellow, the continued monotony and
weariness of which at last lulled me to refresh-
"With a Sort of Medical and Surgical Appendix.
" I NEVER ate better johnny-cake than that,"
Charles observed, as he rose from the breakfast-
table, taking down his meerschaum from a bracket
on the post and filling it. " Indeed, the cook-
ing is all good, and surprises me that it can be
accomplished with so few conveniences. I really
think, doctor, you should print a little manual
on camp-cooking for the benefit of those you
have already instilled with notions of camp-life.
N^ext season I mean to encamp on the Delaware
Water Gap with my family, and would like to get
an insight into the cooking business."
'' Our bill of fare is very simple, Charles, but
excellent in quality and flavor. I could teach you
very easily how to prepare all the dishes that are
served here, when, I have no doubt, you would
be surprised at the simplicity of the transaction.
" What is most needed in camp-cooking is a
good fire ; and I am satisfied, after many trials
of cook-stoves devised for this purpose, that the
very best thing that can be used is our fireplace
" We have a Dunklee camp-stove and two
forms of kerosene-stoves down at the farm-house,
which have heen abandoned for that open fire we
are now using with so much success. Camp-
stoves are too small to do the cooking for three
or four persons, if you desire any variety in your
fare. Kerosene-stoves have the same fault, and
are too troublesome and quite inadequate. Our
ancestors knew what they were about when cook-
ing over a fireplace similar to ours, using Dutch
ovens in which to bake, and skillets and pots for
frying and boiling. In the Dutch oven we bake
excellent biscuit and johnny-cake, while as a
means of roasting beef, baking puddings, beans,
etc., it cannot be surpassed. In the beginning
of our camp experiences we built a fire between
two logs, setting our frying-pans, coffee-pot, and
boiler in the depression between them, the fire
blazing up between the logs, and doing our cook-
ing for us quite well. The difiiculty with that
arrangement was, the logs soon burned out, re-
quiring frequent renewal, which circumstance led
to the adoption of the two iron bars, and they are
simply perfect. There, you see, is room for three
frying-pans, a potato-boiler, coffee-pot, and stew-
ing-kettle, while the Dutch oven rests upon the
hearth, with coals under and on top of it, giving
as much cooking space as is affbrded on the tops
of the largest stoves. Then, the fire is so easily
managed. George builds up a large one an hour
before the cooking is commenced, piling the wood
under and on top of the bars, so that when it
is burned down, a fine bed of coals occupies the
space underneath, when he is capable of cooking
anything^ in my opinion, better than can be done
on any stove in Christendom. ItTever use a
blazins: fire; it burns and blackens vour uten-
sils, smokes your food, and sets your fat on fire.
" If you like I will give you a few details of
our cooking arrangements."
" Certainly, go on ; I'm listening with all my
might," said Charles, stretching himself out on
the bench, and watching the blue rings of smoke
ascending from his pipe.
" Well, you already know how the fireplace is
built, — with stones piled up, covered with sods
to prevent their bursting and flying into your
dishes when hot, the two iron bars over the top,
the large flat stone for a hearth, and "
"Yes, yes, I understand all that," he inter-
'•' Very good ; you see that chunk of fat pork
spiked to the tree, near the fireplace ?"
" Indeed do I, and wondered the first day I
came here what the deuce it was there for."
" That is for convenience. All George has to
do is to slice what is required for cooking pur-
poses from the lower end of the chunk ; then he
always knows where to find it ; the weather does
not damage it in the least, and we use it for
frying our fish principally, cutting a very thin
slice, placing it in a hot pan until the lard is all
extracted, then laying them in it. The fish are
first rolled in Indian meal, which gives them the
brown color. George has a theory that it is best
not to salt your trout until nearly done, as the salt
" But I have a sort of camp-made recipe book
which I have prepared at odd intervals, here in
camp, with the aid of my wife, which treats en-
tirely of dishes suitable to our wants. If you
desire you can have it copied, when I think all
your needs in that direction will be supplied. It
contains information upon preparing dishes mostly
adapted to all of the summer months. When
Hamlin and I first commenced camping here
I did the cooking myself. I soon found that
altogether too laborious. I liked to cook well
enough but detested the dish- washing. Hamlin
liked . that occupation no better than I, and we
soon began stealing away after dinner, with a
cock-and-bull story of a large trout that claimed
immediate attention somewhere in the neigh-
borhood, leaving the dishes and pans for the
remaining one to wash. This happened so
frequently that some one became necessary for
our comfort and cleanliness, so we now take
George with us, and find it keeps him continually
occupied in ministering to our wants. But here
is the little manual referred to."
Stir into a pint of corn-meal enough sweet
milk to render it of the consistence of a '' batter."
Beat up two eggs ; dissolve a well-filled teaspoon
of baking powder in a little milk, then add eggs
and the solution to the batter. Stir the mixture
thoroughly, adding a tablespoonful of brown
sugar dissolved in a little water, and a teaspoon-
ful of salt. Get jour Dutch oven hot by placing
coals under it and on the lid. Grease it well with
a piece of pork. Stir your batter again, rapidly,
and turn into the oven. When well browned on
top it is done — and delicious. If you have no
milk, try it this way :
Take same quantity of meal, pour boiling water
over it until quite wet. Add a tablespoonful of
dissolved sugar, a teaspoonful of salt, a table-
spoonful of melted butter, and two well-beaten
eggs. Mix thoroughly. Heat and grease the oven
as before, placing the mixture on the bottom,
about an inch deep. Bake until brown. It's
One quart wheat flour ; three teaspoonfuls bak-
ing powder ; one teaspoonful salt. Mix all (dry)
thoroughly ; then add butter the size of a hen's
Qgg^ and enough sweet milk to make a soft
dough; knead thoroughly, and roll out (Avith a
champagne bottle) to half an inch in thickness.
Have your Dutch oven hot, grease it, then cut
your dough with a tumbler and place the pieces
in the oven. Bake twenty minutes. Ko woman
in the land can make a better biscuit than can
be made in that way.
Of Corn Meal. — One pint corn-meal ; half cup
of wheat flour ; one teaspoonful salt; oneteaspoon-
ful baking powder ; two beaten eggs. Mix with
enough sweet milk to make a batter. Place your
large, long-handled frying-pan on the fire, and
grease it with a chunk of fat pork fastened in a
split stick. When pan is hot, dip the batter in with
large iron spoon, forming a half-dozen small cakes.
Turn with your butcher knife. Or, cover the bot-
tom of the pan with batter, forming one large
cake ; when done on one side, flop it over on the
other. It's fun when 3^ou become expert at it.
If milk is not at hand, try it this way :
One pint meal, which scald with boiling water ;
mix with it half a teacupful of wheat flour, a
teaspoonful salt, an even teaspoonful of soda (con-
found the stuiF! — don't get too much), one beaten
eiJ:2:. Add enouo:h water to make a batter. Bake
Of Wheat Flour. — Three pints flour; two
teaspoonfuls baking powder; four tablespoon-
fuls melted butter ; three well-beaten eggs ; one
teaspoonful salt. Add enough sweet milk to form
a batter. Dissolve the baking powder in a little
milk and stir it in the very last thing. Bake as
you did the others.
I would tell you how to make them without
milk, but blamed if I know.
Oh, pshaAv ! any fellow knows how to make
that ! Just toast your bread and pour hot milk
over it, in which you have placed a chunk of but-
ter and some salt. That's easy.
That will be in the bread line, now let us
Keep a good supply of them on hand ; better
get out of bread than potatoes. First let us have
them boiled — with their jackets on. Never peel
a potato to boil it. Wash, and put them in your
boiler with cold water. When they have boiled
long enough to let a fork go into them, pour the
water off, allowing them to remain in the boiler
near the fire. "When they crack open, "go for
'em," as Fritz says. If there is anything hetter
than a boiled potato for breakfast, Hamlin and I
have never discovered it. Boil all your vessel
will hold. Then pare, slice, and fry the remain-
ing ones with salt pork for supper. They are de-
licious with fried fish. To bake them, put them
in your Dutch oven, and, when done, take them
out again. I^othing easier.
If you want to
Fry Raw Potatoes, peel, cut into very thin
slices, then allow them to lie in cold water for
several hours (overnight is best). Fry out enough
of the salt pork to give you quite a depth of hot
fat in your pan. Take the slices of potatoes out
of the water, dry in a towel, and drop them into
the hot fat, one at a time. When quite brown
take out, and eat them.
When you have a quantity of cold, boiled po-
tatoes, slice them, and
Warm them in Milk, with pepper, salt, and a
chunk of butter. Set them off as soon as they
come to a boil. This will do for the potatoes.
Kow as to the
I have already indicated how they may be fried,
and in another place have spoken of steaming
them in rolls of paper placed under the coals. I
know of no better way to cook trout, unless they
be very large. Should you be fortunate enough
to catch a fifteen-incher, roll him up in a cloth
and boil in a kettle of water, well salted. Wlien
done, place the fish in a dish and cover with
'' drawn butter." This is made by beating two
tablespoonfuls of flour and a cup of butter to a
cream, over which a pint of boiling water is
poured. Set it on the fire and let it come to a
boil, when it is done. The trout may not like
this dressing, but you will.
Eels. — Skin, score, and fry them. (I insist
upon the skinning.)
Another good way, making a most delicious
morsel, is to remove the backbone, cut the eel
into pieces about two inches long, covering them
in water, adding a teaspoonful of strong vinegar,
or a slice of lemon ; cover the stew-pan, boil half
an hour, pour the water off, drain, return to the
pan, supplying fresh water and vinegar as before,
and boil until tender ; drain, then add cream (if
it is to be had) or milk enough to make a re-
spectable stew. Season with pepper and salt (no
butter), boil again for a few minutes, and serve
upon hot, dry toast. Goodness, but it's good !
Just try it! E"ow for a
Fish Chowder. — Cover the bottom of your
boiler with slices of pickled pork that have been
slightly fried. Over this place a layer of trout
that have had their backbones removed. Over
the fish strew a light layer of chopped onions,
one of sliced potatoes, then another of split
crackers, the whole well sprinkled with pepper
and salt. Kepeat this with another layer of fish,
onions, potatoes, crackers, and seasoning until
the chowder has assumed the proportions desired.
Sprinkle flour over the top of all, then pour over
enough water to just cover the mixture. Place
on a slow fire and stew gently. Tliree-quarters
of an hour Avill cook one of moderate size. Then
take up the chowder and thicken the gravy with
a tablespoonful of flour rubbed into a teacupful
of butter. Bring to a boil, and pour over the
chowder. Add a little sherry to the gravy, if
you have it in camp. Very good, but not recom-
mended for dyspeptics.
GAME AND CHICKEN.
If you are in a region of game, and can kill a
duck, partridge, or pigeon now and then, a
primitive way to roast them, and one that is quite
satisfactory, is to draw the duck or partridge,
allowing the feathers to remain. Inside the bird
place a slice of pickled pork, pepper and salt.
'Now smear the bird all over with wet clay, and
when completely enveloped, cover him in the hot
coals. Let him remain a half-hour or more,
then break the clay open, when the feathers will
adhere to the shell, completely skinning the bird,
permitting it to roll upon your plate hot and
savory. Then eat it. Small birds can be split
down the back, well seasoned, and broiled over
the hot coals. When done, smear them with but-
ter and serve on toast. Partridge or chicken
will be found nice when placed in the pot, well
seasoned, covered with water, a lid put over the
pot, then allowed to simmer for about two hours.
Stir in a tablespoonful of flour and two of catsup,
then simmer another half-hour. Don't know
what you call it when done, — a sort of stew per-
haps, — but I do know it to be excellent as an
article of diet.
A Fricassee of Chicken is made by cutting
the fowl into pieces, parboiling them in water
enough to cover. When tender, remove from the
pot and drain. Fry two or three slices of pickled
pork, brown. Sprinkle the pieces of chicken
with salt, pepper, and flour, and fry to a dark
brown in the pork fat. Take the chicken up, and
stir into the fat in which it was fried half a cup
of dry flour, stirring it until it becomes a dark
brown, then pour on the liquor in which the
chicken was boiled, bringing the mixture to a
boil. Place your chicken in a deep dish and
pour the gravy over it.
Doesn't that sound good ?
I^ow let us see what we can do with
First, we can boil them ; any fellow will know
enough for that, so we will try them
Scrambled.— Beat up half a dozen eggs, stir-
ring into them half a cup of milk and a teaspoon-
ful of butter. Salt and pepper to taste, pour into
the frying-pan containing a little pork grease,
hold over the fire and stir until it thickens.
An Omelet may be constructed by beating up
three eggs with two tablespoonfuls of milk and
a little salt. Heat the frying-pan hot, drop into
it a small piece of butter, and when melted,
turn in your mixture, holding it over the fire
until cooked a light brown, when it can be folded
over and served on a hot dish.
Salt Pork. — Cut it into slices, and pour boil-
ing water over it. Turn ofi" the water and fry
until brown on both sides. Hamlin says it's fine.
I take no stock in it myself.
Ham and Eggs. — Slice the ham ; let it stand
in boiling water for ten minutes, then fry in the
pan for ten minutes more. Take the ham up.
Break the eggs, one at a time, and place in the
hot ham fat. Fry until the white portion is done.
Lift out carefully with a spoon, and place the eggs,
unbroken, on the ham. If you like it — eat it.
Beefsteak. — Place it on your broiler, and
hold over the hot coals, turning frequently, for
ten minutes. Place on a hot dish, pepper, salt,
and smear with butter. Serve immediately.
Beefsteak Smothered in Onions. — Kow we'll
have a dish that makes me hungry to think of.
In a large ]3an containing the fat of salt pork
place half a dozen large, thinly-sliced onions.
Fry them brown, which process will require an
hour or more. Then put your steak in the pan,
covering it with the onions. Place a cover over
the pan, and fry the steak until done. Take it up,
spreading the onions over it. This is one of the
attractions that brings Hamlin to camp every year.
Yeal Fricassee. — Fry several slices of salt
pork brown. Take it from the pan, and in the
fat place your slices of veal. Sprinkle with salt
and pepper and fry brown, then take it up and
mix in the pan, with the hot fat, two tablespoon-
fuls of dry flour. Stir until well browned, then
add two cups of boiling w^ater, and boil and stir
for twenty minutes. Pour this gravy over your
veal and place it before the campers.
Boiled Rice is a good dish in camp, and al-
ways acceptable and wholesome. Wash half a
pint of rice and place in your stew-pan, with
enough water to cover it well. Salt it, cover,
and set the pan in a larger one containing water.
Boil thirty minutes. The double pan is to pre-
vent scorching. Serve with sugar and milk.
Stewed. — If canned, pour them into a stew-pan,
seasoning with pepper, salt, and a heaping table-
spoonful of sugar (for a quart can of them).
Simmer for two hours, until they become quite
thick. Stir often. When ready to take up, stir
in a teaspoonful of butter.
Of Bread. — Gather up your stale bread, which
soak for an hour in two quarts of sweet milk.
Mash the bread fine, removing the lumpy pieces.
Beat together four eggs, a heaping cupful of
sugar, a pinch of salt, and a little grated nutmeg.
Stir this into your bread and milk, adding a few
raisins. Place this in a two-quart tin pan, which
set in your Dutch oven, and bake for about three-
quarters of an hour.
Of Corn-Starch. — ^Place one quart of milk in
a basin, which set in your stew-pan, with boiling
water. "When the milk boils, stir into it four
tablespoonfuls of corn-starch, mixed in a cup of
milk, and a pinch of salt. Stir thoroughly, and
cook for three minutes. Serve with sugar and
cream or milk.
Soak a quart of the small pea-beans overnight.
Pour off the water, and place them over the fire
with six quarts of cold water and a pound chunk
of salt pork. Boil half an hour, then drain and
place in the Dutch oven, gashing the pork with a
knife, and allowing it to touch the bottom, put-
ting the beans around it. IN'ow pour over the
top a tablespoonful of molasses, sprinkling in a
teaspoonful of salt. Add boiling water, just to
cover. Bake ten hours, adding water should they
That bill of fare is sufiiciently elaborate, so let
us have something to drink.
Buy the best. Take a mixture of Java and
Mocha, two-thirds of the first to one of the last.
Take a tablespoonful for each individual, and
another good, large one for the pot. Mix it in a
tin cup with an Qgg^ shell and all. Pour a teacup-
ful of cold water on it, allowing it to stand, cov-
ered, overnight. In the morning, place it in the
coflee-pot and pour two coffee-cups of water (for
each person) over it, and bring to a boil. Set it
off a few minutes before pouring.
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Use the best black tea. Scald out your tea-pot,
then put in a teaspoonful of tea for each person.
Pour over it a cup of boiling water. Steep in a
hot place, — being careful not to allow it to boil.
In fifteen minutes pour in boiling water enough
for the party.
This chapter would not be complete without
some reference to sickness and accidents. Some-
times sickness occurs even in the woods. One
of the party might fracture an arm or leg, en-
counter the fangs of a venomous snake, or a child
might fall into the stream and lose its life for lack
of prompt and judicious treatment.
In case of drowning, hold the person up by the
heels for a few seconds, that the water may run
from the mouth and the tongue fall forward,
leaving entrance to windpipe clear. Let others
prepare warm blankets, — if to be had, ^otherwise,
any covering, wiping the body dry and applying
friction to chest and limbs with the hands. If
the patient does not breathe freely, lose no time
in aiding him in the following manner : Take
hold of his right arm, extending it above his
head, at the same time rolling him upon his right
side. Put ammonia (hartshorn) to his nostrils,
and take hold of his tongue with handkerchief
or napkin, drawing it well forward. All this,
while others rub chest and limbs vigorously
under cover. Allow him to rest on his side while
you count five, then turn him on his hack, arms
by his side, count five, turn upon his side again,
extending arm as before. Repeat these move-
ments until respiration is established. Let one
attend to holding the tongue forward, wiping the
mouth, and applying the ammonia. Another do
the turning of the body, while the rest of the
j)arty attend to warming the body with friction,
blankets, and bottles of hot water. Do not aban-
don your trials to resuscitate for at least an hour.
occurring, select a sapling of as near the size of
the leg as possible. Take the bark from it in two
pieces, twelve inches long, or the length of the
limb above or below the knee. A chestnut sap-
ling is the best. Cover these two half-round
splints with pieces of cloth. Rip up the trousers'
leg with a knife. Tear a strip from a sheet, two
inches wide, running the entire length. Roll it
up firmly. You are now supplied with all neces-
sary appliances to do a first-class job in bone-set-
ting. Three persons will be required to do the
job successfully. The patient is lying upon the
ground. Let the strongest man sit at his feet,
placing his stockinged foot between his legs at
their junction, while he grasps the ankle of the
broken limb with one hand and the foot with the
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otlier. ITow exert a steady pull, preventing the
patient's body moving toward you, with your foot.
Pull with all your might — it will not hurt him —
while the " surgeon" of the party presses the bones
in place with his hands. When they assume their
natural positions, the fact will be announced by
a sort of thud, felt by the man at the foot as well
as the surgeon. Now let the third party apply
the splints, one in front, the other to the rear.
Do not let their edges meet by half an inch ; se-
cure them in place with your roller bandage,
being careful not to get it too tight. Construct a
litter of tw^o poles, across which tie broad strips
of green bark. Carry your patient to camp, or
to the railway station for home, where a compe-
tent surgeon Avill attend to him. If a surgeon is
convenient to camp, these splints will answer
every purpose, and the patient will do quite as
well swino:ino: in his hammock as at home.
are best treated by applying a cloth saturated with
liquor ammonia over the bite, and immediately
administering large doses of whiskey. Let the
patient drink all he will hold, or until intoxica-
tion is induced. Many physicians doubt the
efficacy of this treatment. I have seen it em-
ployed in several instances and am confident of
its success. It acts upon perfectly scientific
principles, sustaining the nervous system under
the shock induced by the poison.
Take with you in a small box, adapted to the
size of the bottles, the following medicines, put
up in four-ounce phials, with rubber stoppers :
Essence of peppermint.
Tincture of Jamaica ginger.
Spirits of camphor.
Tincture of capsicum.
Take also a bottle of Tarrant's Seltzer Aperi-
ent, and a bottle of cathartic pills. Seidlitz
powders cannot be kept in camp.
Also have prepared the following cough mix-
ture, to be used in case of '* cold upon the lungs,"
exciting cough :
R Syrup of squills.
Syrup of Tolu,
Sj^rup of ipecac.
Wine of antimony, of each, one drachm;
Paregoric, two drachms.
Mix, and label " Cough Mixture." Dose, ten to
fifteen drops every two to four hours, as symp-
For Sprains, mix equal parts from your laud-
anum, camphor, capsicum, and ammonia bottles,
and rub upon the sore place. Good also for
rheumatic or neuralgic pains, toothache (applied
to cavity or gum of tooth), etc.
For Diarrh(ea. — Take of paregoric and tinc-
ture of ginger, each, a teaspoonful ; place in a
little water, and add ten drops tincture of capsi-
cum. Repeat the dose in two hours, if necessary.
Should this not arrest the discharges, place a
tablespoonful of wheat flour in half a cup of
cold water. Mix thoroughly, adding ten drops
liquor ammonia. Drink at one dose. Kepeat it
in a few hours, if necessary.
For pain in stomach or bowels, take a tea-
spoonful of tincture ginger and paregoric in a
For colic or belly-ache in children, give sweet-
ened peppermint water, with five to ten drops of
Those subject to bowel ailments should wear a
broad, heavy flannel bandage over the abdomen.
This is particularly advisable in children.
For Headache. — Eat less, and take a table-
spoonful of seltzer in a cup of water before
For Toothache. — Moisten a pledget of cotton
with the liquor ammonia and pack the cavity of
the tooth with it. Or, dip the point of a pine
stick in the ammonia, then in the tooth cavity.
The ache will stop instantly.
Mosquito, midge, and black fly bites are annoy-
ing. Apply equal parts of liquor ammonia and
sweet oil to allay the irritation. To prevent their
attacks I have found no satisfactory application.
Tincture of pennyroyal rubbed upon hands, face,
and neck, is the best preventive I have tried. To
drive them out of the tent, build a '' smudge"
and smoke them out before bedtime. Take no
lio^ht inside afterward to attract them.
Change your wet clothes for dry ones as soon
as you come off the stream. Do not sit at your
meals in wet srarments. Air and sun the bed-
clothing every day if possible. Do not overeat.
Do not eat when very tired. Rest first. Drink
no liquors if you would feel well and have a clear
head. Coifee and tea are better than wine or
whiskey. Go to bed early, sleep well, and have
a good time. Don't get sick if you can help it,
and take no medicine until you must.
The Sanctum — Communings with Nature — Homeward
Across the creek, through the clump of wil-
lows, a pathway has been cut leading to a densely-
shaded bank where shapely beeches form a grove.
From among them a tall pine towers, an artistic
centre-piece to the group below. Against the
largest tree a plank is secured, serving for a seat.
Before this seat is driven a green stake, upon
which rests the head and rim of a cheese-box,
formins: a convenient writino--desk. This is the
sanctum from which I am writing.
A gentle wind is waving the branches about
me, permitting the entrance of dots of sunshine
that dance and twinkle over the table and on the
grass at my feet. Down from the tall pine comes
a soft, gentle sighing, strangely soothing, inclin-
ing me to a dreamy revery. Frogs croak in
the pond; insects chirp among the grass-blades;
birds sing from the tree-tops, and twitter and
hop from branch to ground, fearless in their
Along the mountain road, beyond and above
the camping-grounds, I hear the measured tread
of horses' hoofs and the dull, rumbling roll of
wagon-wheels, an occasional thump and grating
slide revealing the rockiness of the way. Voices
are heard, every word plainly distinguishable
while the travellers stop to comment upon the
beauty of our camp as seen from the mountain
heights. In some distant field, in the valley be-
hind me, a farmer plods wearily the furrow,
scolding and cursing his stupid oxen.
From below, the dam sends back its steady roar
and the clattering old mill its grinding, grum-
bling groans. There, upon a high tree-top, calls
a robin to his mate, and higher still the lark sings
cheerily a carol to the perfect day. Butterflies
wing their way through my bower, and bees
come laden with their sweets from the blooming
clover, whose fragrance pervades the air. Honey-
suckles entwine the bushes before me, daisies be-
spangle the green sward, and violets greet me
everywhere. Upon the low ground to my left,
tall, graceful ferns sway plume-like, in the
-wind, the maidenhair keeping them company
From the meadow comes the merry laughter
of children busy with their play, and from the
mountain stream the exultant shout of the lucky
fisherman. Winding through the crooked valley,
I hear the discordant rattle of approaching cars,
and now the echoes, from hill to hill, of the loco-
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motive whistle. Xow and then, the clear metal-
lic ring from the railwa}^ iron, struck by the
trackman's hammer, reverberates through the
valley and along the mountain crags.
Through the branches of my grove and over
the tops of the willows that border the creek is
seen our island home, the white tents peeping
out from the surrounding bushes. On the small
island, before the point, stands a tall and graceful
pole, at the peak of which Dixey has secured a
w^eather-vane, pointed and fastened permanently
toward the south, the direction from which comes
the fairest weather. There also hangs our flag,
its crimson stripes doubly beautiful against the
green mountain-side. If I look to my right,
through the willow branches, I catch the sparkle
of the suidight upon the rippling water. Over-
head, at my feet, round about me, rustle and
tremble the ever-changing leaves.
Leading from the pathway to the mound where
I am seated, steps are terraced in the bank. Two
chipmunks are chasing one another over them
in rollicking sport. iJ^ow they stop to scrutinize
the mysterious writer at his desk, approaching in
short jumps, stopping between the leaps to flirt
their tails and to chatter their curiosity. Ventur-
ing a closer inspection, they scamper away when
I inadvertently move foot or hand, returning
again, reassured by my quietness, to stare me in
the face with comical expressions of countenance.
When I change my position, they run under the
root of a tree, to their nests, then peer out to see
what I am next about to do.
A red-headed woodpecker has just alighted
upon the pine before me, so close that I could
touch him with a fishing-rod. He pecks away at
the bark, then thrusts his long tongue into a
crevice and draws forth a grub, impaled upon
its barbed point. A movement reveals to him
my presence, when he darts from the tree utter-
ing a wild note of terror.
Looking about in quest of another acquaint-
ance, wondering who or what the next one will
be, I discover a parting of the grass a short dis-
tance away, and sit perfectly quiet, watching for
and speculating upon the character of my new
visitor. He does not keep me long in suspense,
but bounds directly upon the bare place by the
terrace, revealing himself, — a woodchuck. At
sight of him the chipmunks dive into their re-
treat under the root, giving a peculiar chir-r-r-rip !
as they go, leaving me alone with the new-comer.
He seems to be conscious of an intruder's pres-
ence upon his domain, for he stops short, sits
upon his hind legs and snufts the air, grimacing
queerly the while. Presently he gets a glimpse
of my scarlet fez, and, as I move my head lei-
surely from side to side, he imitates the move-
ment. A bird flies noisily through the bushes,
at w^hich he takes alarm, scudding away to a
IDLE HOURS. 2G9
safer distance, where he stands erect upon his
hind feet, peering at me over the grass-tops.
I nod my head to him ; the fez seems to fasci-
nate him and he returns for another inspection,
sitting upon his hind feet, holding his black paws
meekly before him, as would a dog trained to
" sit up." I move my head again to the right
and left; he does the same, following the move-
ment with his bright black eyes. I bow to him,
— he repeats it quite gracefully, shyly getting
down upon all-fours preparatory to a successful
retreat should the movement become at all threat-
ening. Here we sit and stare, and nod, and wink,
and " make faces" at one another until a bumble-
bee comes buzzing about my ears and insists
upon alighting upon my nose, which familiarity
I resent by a vigorous sweep of the fez, the
demonstration causing the chuck to bound into
the willows with a precipitation and speed cred-
itable to his short legs.
Hardly has he departed before several creatures
claim my attention : a woodcock, alighting among
the willows on the bank, seems to be endowed
with a reasoning faculty ; it is unsatisfactory to
ascribe his behavior to the dictation of instinct,
for I but now saw him walk, in his dignified
manner, to a worm-hole, tap with his bill upon
the ground, when out backs a worm, which he
secures, and, as he points his bill skyward, clos-
ing his great round eyes as though giving thanks
for the meal, with an effort of deglutition and a
crooking of his neck, the morsel disappears down
his throat. Immediately another is searched for
and found, when the tapping is repeated, and no
worm responding to the summons, he thrusts his
long bill, clear to his eyes, into the earth, with-
drawing it with the worm secured.
Tiny birds seek the shade of my sheltered
nook, industriously collecting the green worms
that drop by their slender silken cords from
br>anch and twig. One bird I trace to the home
of her young, where she sits upon the edge of
the nest, seemingly puzzled to determine in
which greedy, widely-opened mouth to drop the
luscious morsel. Yonder, a spider and large black
ant are having a battle for the mastery that
promises to completely demolish the handsome
web that sparkled so brilliantly in this morning's
sun. While I Avatch the contest, behold ! a little
brown bird descends from a limb and snatches
them both, again practically illustrating the theory
of the " survival of the fittest," and the imperi-
ous rule of the strong over the weak.
The sun is rapidly ascending the heavens, send-
ing down his direct rays that parch the earth,
making the stones and sand upon the beach hot
to your feet and the air oppressive to your lungs.
The campers are all lying about in the coolest
bits of shade, bewailing the condition of their
friends in the city, while Fritz and the dog are
IDLE HOURS. 271
having a frolic in the water. I notice the birds
begin to hang their wings, betokening the heat
outside our shelter, and the crows on the moun-
tain-side have grown too lazy to caw and clatter
There ! I hear George's horn ! The dinner-
hour has arrived, so I pass down the pathway,
cross the foot-bridge, and join the campers on
the other shore, who have now aroused them-
selves to partake of the mid-day meal.
The sanctum is closed for the day.
" We propose to invade your camp to-morrow
for a trout dinner. Disappoint us at your peril."
This brief message, in familiar chirography,
bearing the well-known initials of two good
friends, came to us upon a postal-card, one even-
ing at the supper-table.
l^ot a trout remained in our ice-box. Indeed,
but few could be found in the creek willing to
fasten themselves upon our hooks, for the season
was wellnigh spent, and the termination of the
week w^ould bring our vacation to a close.
" Well," Hamlin said, " I guess we can find
enough trout between here and Pleasant Stream
to supply their wants. If we fail, we'll give them
suckers, — they won't know the difierence."
In the mornins^, Hamlin and I took down our
rods and started toward the Slope Wall, over the
ground that never yet had failed to supply us in
an emergency like this.
The water was as clear as crystal, the sun
shilling brightly, and the trout shy and thoroughly
familiar with our leaders and flies. Few of them
remained, of regulation size, that had not aching
jaws and lacerated lips from testing the quality
of our tackle.
As we walked along the high bank, we could
now and then see a frightened trout darting about
frantically in search of a hiding-place.
^' See them scud !" Hamlin exclaimed. " If we
do not quit these waters soon, every blessed trout
will die of starvation. I observed one to-day
cautiously rising to a natural fly. He flapped it
under the water with his tail, then watched it
from under a stone to note its behavior. He
turned it over Avith his nose, and sailed around it
a dozen times, eying it the while with grave sus-
picion, doubtless expecting a prick from it every
moment. When the poor fly regained the sur-
face of the water, that trout rushed pell-mell down
stream as though a shark were in pursuit. I doubt
whether he stopped short of Du Bois's dam."
" I have frequently seen trout rising to the na-
tural fly, flapping them under the water with their
tails, then, wheeling quickly about, take the dis-
abled insect in their mouths," I said. " I imagine
they do this in play, sometimes, for I have ob-
served them leaving the flies occasionally when
they had so swamped them."
Chatting upon the habits of the trout and kin-
IDLE HOURS. 273
dred topics, we soon reached the Slope Wall.
Hamlin seated himself upon the bank to arrange
his leader and adjust fresh flies. The roar of the
rapid prevented his hearing my approach, and as
I walked behind him, my line caught in a twig,
giving the reel a sudden rattle just behind his
head. Quick as a flash he bounded into the
creek, leaving his tackle upon the bank.
" What under the sun is the matter with you ?"
" Matter ? Matter enough ! I thought a rattle-
snake had me by the ear ! That confounded reel
of yours is the best imitation of that venomous
reptile I ever had the misfortune of listening to."
The fishing proving poor, and the prospect of
supplying our friends' wants for dinner on the
morrow looking unfavorable, I left my companion
at his favorite pool and walked to the mouth
of Pleasant Stream. I fished faithfully from its
mouth to a point above Hunter's mill without
catching a trout of respectable size. Not wish-
ing to return until our wants were supplied, I
sought a shady spot on the bank and lay down,
waiting for the evening shadows to fall upon the
stream and for the trout to rise to the natural fly.
About five o'clock I noticed rises under the
banks, by some limbs hanging close to the pool,
against which the flies were driven by the wind
and then fell into the water. At such places
large trout are apt to lie, and here I found them.
I commenced casting, and was rewarded in an
unusual manner. A better evening for trout I
do not remember. Almost every cast brought a
beauty to my landing-net. How I wished for my
friend ! I wondered too whether he was havins;
equal sport. On up the stream I went, catching
a trout from every pool, unconscious of the ap-
proaching night. A large trout rose, creating a
Avonderfal splash in a pool bej^ond me. I length-
ened my line as I waded near him. After one or
two casts, he came rushing down the pool to meet
my flies. I struck him before I was aware of it.
What a splendid fight he gave me ! When at last
I had him secure in my net, I looked about and
was amazed to find it almost dark, and I six miles,
at least, from camp. I hurriedly Avalked down
the stream, but it grew dark so rapidly that I soon
was unable to find my ^vay. I came to a deserted,
rickety stable. I examined it and found the mow
filled with old hay. I at once resolved to put up
there for the night, and built a fire by the creek,
dried my clothing, and cleaned my fish. Hang-
ing my creel to the limb of a tree and resting my
rod by its side, I mounted the mow, and buried
myself in the hay, thankful for so comfortable a
lodging-place. Lying there, looking from the
square hole in the loft, I w^atched the moon rising
from behind the mountain crest, sending its
silvery light through the tree-tops, until its round,
full face was seen in the clear heavens. Bats
IDLE HOURS. 275
lazily flopped about, feeding upon the beetles
that went buzzing through the air. A fox barked
and whined somewhere on the hill-side, porcu-
pines gnawed the logs in the stable below, while
the whip-poor-wills made the hills ring with their
sharp cries. Conscious of my loneliness, the
scene was a weird one, and I lay there won-
dering what my companions would think of my
absence. Presently, some sort of insects began
creeping over my hands, and played hide-and-go-
seek down my back and through my hair. Their
titillations became unbearable after a while and
drove me from the mow. I went to the creek,
built a fire upon a large flat rock in the middle
of the stream, and lay down upon the warm sur-
face, with a boulder for a pillow ; and there I
remained during the entire weary night, listening
to the hooting and screeching of owls, and the
occasional screams of unknown animals, until
the day began to break, lighting up sufliciently
for me to plod my way through the stream to-
ward the camp. At four o'clock in the morning,
I arrived in sight of the smoke curling aloft
above the camp-grounds, when I sent a ''toot
toot" upon the morning air that possessed a won-
derful clearness, and brought responsive shouts
from my companions, who were already up plan-
ning an excursion in search of me.
Hamlin had set a line for eels during the night,
and paddled up the pond with a half-dozen of the
squirming captives in the bottom of the boat.
Upon seeing me, he shouted, —
" I feared you would not be successful in se-
curing enough trout for dinner, so I concluded to
dine the company upon eels. We may not pass
them for trout, being so slender, but they will
lind them delicious, nevertheless, as are all fish
taken from these waters."
Thad Jr. and Charles had spent the previous
afternoon in snaring suckers from the deep pond.
They now produced their catch for my inspec-
tion, exhibiting ten monstrous fellows, any one
of which would have made a meal for any hun-
gry person. Charles declared that there was not
a sucker in the pond that did not have a ring
around his tail, — a badge showing his escape from
the ordeal of the wire snare. Even the suckers
began to fear us, and no longer rooted about
within reach of our poles.
One of the campers busied himself during the
morning in preparing a basket of wild-flowers to
be sent to his wife, as a birthday present, by our
returning guests. The basket was woven from
willow branches, lined with moss, and filled with
most exquisite wild-flowers, — ^laurel-buds, rhodo-
dendrons, violets, daisies, meadow-rue, flowering
grasses, forget-me-nots, honeysuckles, and fifty
other varieties, artistically arranged and sur-
rounded with a wreath of blackberry blossoms.
Our friends arrived by the eleven o'clock train.
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We met them at the station and paddled them to
camp, where they were treated to a trout dinner.
Remaining long enough to hear our evening
concert from the birds on the mountain-side,
they left us, with many expressions of delight,
complimenting our grounds, wondering at the
array of wild-flowers blooming about us, and
charmed with the camper's life.
The day appointed for striking camp has ar-
rived. Rods are disjointed, wiped dry, and
placed in their cases ; lines, reels, and fly-books
packed away; bedclothes folded and stowed in
the great trunk. Bed-ticks are emptied in the
open in the rear of the grounds, the straw burned,
that no wandering tramps may desecrate our
grounds. The final breakfast, at six in the morn-
ing, is eaten, and all hands are busy with the
several duties assigned them. George has washed,
scoured, and packed the tin-ware.* The tents
* I must here call attention to a new device in tin- ware for
camping purposes which I have had constructed since my list
of tahle-ware was written. Two pressed tin plates are soldered
together with a half-inch rim around their edges, forming a
double plate, with a space between the upper and lower one.
On the edge is a half-inch hole, with a rim to hold a cork. At
the opposite side an awl-hole is punched. We have six of
these double plates, and when in use, they are filled with boil-
ing water. This arrangement keeps your food warm as long as
you choose to sit at table. I have three larger ones, a foot
long and eight inches wide in the centre, oval in shape, and
are down, neatly folded and packed in the camp-
chest, on top of the cooking ntensils. Tent-poles,
pegs, and the forked sticks used for the dining-
room canopy are tied in bundles and carried to
the rear of the grounds, and left standing against
the old stub for use next year. Jim Crow sits
perched on the handle of the basket,-much dis-
turbed by the confusion and the forsaken appear-
ance of our surroundings.
The " Great Eastern" is at her dock, floating
gracefully under her load. In the centre the
camp-chest, the great trunk, the smaller trunk,
and the basket with Jim perched on top. The
two boys at the bow, holding a flag. Hamlin,
Charles, Thad Jr., Dixey, and Robert all on
board, with Squire Bodine at the stern, paddle in
hand, ready for the start. George and I betake
ourselves to the smaller boat. Then, with three
cheers for the dear old camp, we ply our paddles
and shoot into the deep water of the pond.
As we start, we hear ominous rumblings be-
yond the western mountain, and before we are
with covei's. The intervening space is one inch on the bottom,
tapering to a point at the rim. When filled with boiling
water from your teakettle, they will remain so hot for hours,
as to require them to be handled with cloths. In these, we
serve our meats, fish, potatoes, and other articles of diet that
are best kept hot. Do not heat your tin plates by the fire.
You will not only ruin them, but find them cold by the time
they reach the table. All the campers are enthusiastic in their
praise of tVie new plates.
luilf-way oil our journey to the mill, great drops
of rain lash the pond into a foam. Below the
otter-slide, Ave paddle under shelter of the pro-
jecting roeks until the shower has passed, then
resume our journey towards the station. As we
touch the landing by the mill, William and John
appear upon the bank with the oxen and stone-
boat. But a few minutes are required to disem-
bark and land our baggage at the depot, where
we arrive in ample season for the nine o'clock
Dear reader, having landed you at our starting-
point, may I indulge the hope that the recital of
the incidents of our vacation has been as inter-
esting to you as it has been enjoyable and profit-
able to us? If so it be, perhaps one day we may
meet in some shady, secluded dell, by a rippling
mountain brook, and relate to one another, around
the camp-fire, the joyous experiences of those in
love w^ith I^ature and the delightful recreation
of camping out.